Put forth beyond this simile A smiling face of atrophy Has paused my sullen heart And caused a mystic pedigree Not known beyond my systems age Or known beyond my sisters tongue An age of Sims and Brawn An age of catatonic bellowing That stops the caring of the other Then We grow and bend to wills not ours And bend to tragedy Behold young sullen simile Young brazen fruit of life Behold You are and am forever here As part to some degree Of my mystic pedigree