The Broken Bridge of Death

Bask not in the delusional orgy Embedded in the barren attempt To pull wool over the eyes Of the uninitiated True, we did fear, fret and flex Nuzzling in a banquet of uncertainty; Obliging death brazen vanity The intercessor, in intercession, broke his service Forcing a tie break To a binge of birth, death, Rebirth and death; By plunging into quietus We, made in his image, Did hug the great divide with him When he revified, We riposted with him From dust we ensued, To dust, we must retire