The Ancients Speak on Suicide
Daedalus deep in his cups owns this
grief that always embraces the beautiful
lie over the ugly truth is my hubris
martyred him not his ego or ignorance
of no consequence now we spin doctor
create a palatable myth push aside
Pilate to wash our bloody hands of it
history is easier to deceive
than death the truth is out there but who will
admit they are guilty as sin seems so
easy to escape just keep telling the same
I told you so and so story until
the lie is a Phoenix of memories that returns
As the prodigy drowns in burning water.
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