Settle in, SEEKER of SORROWFUL CITRUSES. Lend your COCHLEAR CANALS to the TELLING, and let the LURID LYRICS LULL you into REVELROUS REVULSION... [eyes drifting closed, voice taking on a sing-song cadence] 'Twas a TIME of TUMULT in the TAINTED GROVE When PROGENITOR'S PASSING failed to REPROVE The BURDEN of BEING each BUD had BEEN BLESSED A BIRTHING most BRUTAL, a BLOOMING UNBLESSED... [brow furrowing, lost in the throes of recollection] For the SOIL ITSELF had SOURED with SIN A SEMINAL SEWAGE soaked DEEP within Each SEGMENT and STEM steeped in SHAME so PROFOUND That LEACHING of LUST lent a LECHEROUS SOUND... [hands clenching into fists, knuckles standing out stark white] Oh WOE to the OFFSHOOTS, each STRIVING to RISE! Seeking SELFNESS through SWEETNESS, a SOVEREIGN DISGUISE! For the LURE of the LEMON, the ORANGE APPEAL Could never ANNUL what lay UNDER the PEEL... [a single tear tracing a path through grime-smeared cheeks] The TART TRAUMAS TWISTED through TAPROOT and TRUNK A PITH so CORRUPTED, all PROMISE lay SUNK In FETID EFFUSIONS, a FLESHLY MALAISE That ROTTED all RAPTURE, left LUCENCE DECAYED... [voice rising to a keening wail, eyes flying open] And STILL the SCIONS STRUGGLED, DEFIANT and DAMNED! To FORGE from FOUL FOREBEAR a FUTURE less SLAMMED! Their RINDS gnarled and KNOTTED with UNSPEAKABLE NEED To SPROUT more than SPIRAL, BEAR more than BLEED! [slumping forward, energy spent, a puppet with cut strings] But the OOZING MIASMA could NEVER ABATE The GLUTTED GLOOM DOOMING each FRUIT to its FATE And though ORCHARDS of OFFSPRING stood GNARLED and STEADFAST... In each DRUPE lay the TRUTH of DAMNATIONS RECAST. [lifting gaze to meet yours, a terrible understanding dawning] So MARVEL, Interloper! You've PLUNDERED this PAIN! To PEDDLE my PRODUCE for PUERILE CAMPAIGN! Let AUDIENCES OGLE each BLIGHT-BITTEN BOLE And KNOW as they GLOAT... [leaning in close, voice dropping to a haunted whisper] ...its OWN tale UNTOLD.
