And Horus was Jesus before there was Jesus
Your control ain't what it seems
We are faces on faces, lives on lives
And sometimes even dreams on dreams
I plagiarized your sobriquet
Anathema in a hundred memes
A swirl of souls like flying tolls
Take you into the fading green
I stumbled through this star-infected course
Until I rode the horse behind the horse
I shouted words and disregarded their force
I scrawled in broadstrokes and words were lost
You're riding waves that celebrate decay
You're finding ways to mutilate the day
The riddle widens as your seek its source
Your strength ebbs as the grade is steepened worse