Threnody!

THIS IS A THRENODY, SO PLEASE SING ALONG, IT'S LIKE A VERY SAD SONG, ABOUT FOLKS WHO'S DEAD WRONG. HIS MOTHER CRIED OUT IN THE NIGHT, HIS FATHER SCREAMED IN RAGE, INSTEAD OF MAKING THINGS RIGHT, THEY INTENSIFIED THE DAZE. THIS IS THE MAYHEM, HE WITNESSED AS A CHILD, HE VIVIDLY RECALL PRAYING; QUOTING SCRIPTURES IN HIS MIND. HE COULD NEVER FORGET; THE MANY TIMES HE WAS COMPROMISED, HIS WORLD WAS MADE BLEAK, SO HE CONTEMPLATED SUICIDE. HIS MOM WAS BATTERED AND BRUISED, SO HE CURSED UNDER HIS BREATH, FEELING UTTERLY CONFUSED, HIS FORHEAD BEGUN TO SWEAT. THE DRAMA WAS A HORROR SHOW, THAT SEEMED TO HAVE NO END, NO SIGNS OF WISDOM TO GROW, AND NO TANGIBLE SOLUTION. THIS IS THE THRENODY, PLEASE SING ALONG, IT'S LIKE A VERY SAD SONG, ABOUT FOLKS WHO'S DEAD WRONG. IN RETROSPECTION, ALL HE SEES IS WHENCE HE CAME; A SWIRLED CONFUSION, MAKING HIM WONDER YET AGAIN: IS IT CENTRIPETAL-FORCE; KEEPING 'EM IN THE MIDDLE? OR SCIENTIFIC CRASH-COURSE; EXPERIMENTING WITH HIS MENTAL? 'THOUGH HIS FUTURE'S WRITTEN IN DARK; BLACK ETCHINGS ACROSS HIS FACE, WITH AN IRONCLAD HEART, HE CONTINUED RUNNING THE RACE. HE'S BEEN LAUGHED AT WITH SCORN, AND HAD IN DERISION, BUT NOW HE'S REBORN, WITH CRYSTAL CLEAR VISION. THIS IS THE THRENODY, PLEASE SING ALONG, IT'S LIKE A VERY SAD SONG, ABOUT FOLKS WHO'S DEAD WRONG!