The Naysayers

This is strange. Strange, ambiguous, whatever. It is also what one would call "enlightening." However, I do not like to use such a term, as it implies that there is something positive about the information that it promotes. Let me reiterate that this "information" is not in the least bit positive. In fact, don't even bother editing it, admins. Don't bother, don't bother.

This is a penciled song or something that I found on the back of a restaurant flyer. I was on Canal Street at the time, browsing those filthy tourist shops with my parents. I found the paper in one of the plastic bags that they put your useless merchandise in.

Keep in mind, please please remember to view this with a skeptical eye. Or just don't even read it; the only way out is to be skeptical, much like me. If you're obsessive, depressed, bipolar, or classified under any other form of instability, don't read this. And that was a literal warning. I assume no responsibilities.

Poem/Song titled The Naysayers
Eleanor:

Naysayer, naysayer

Why you say nay?

Naysayer, naysayer

Ruin my day

Ovenbird:

Mind your pleas, little girl.

Does church light your way?

I will blacken up your head

And reveal the nay way.

See the apple in the tree?

Juice not for the humming of Bumblebee.

Pluck it, taste it, writhing nay's way

Hate be its side-effect

Bleak truth its purvey.

Eleanor:

Naysayer, naysayer

For what point is the day?

If men awake, and to kill their brothers

What point is for the day?

Ovenbird:

Take another bite, little girl. It is all in due company.

Does family be your way?

I will blacken up your head

And reveal the nay way.

When ashes slip away,

When daughters cry and pray, like you

The oceans and the hurricanes will laugh

And push all else aside, astray.

Eleanor:

Naysayer, naysayer

You have ruined my day.

What point is the human effort

Now knowing the nay way?

You've truly reaped me of my youth

Now pointless, dry, and nay

My Input
Write the second section of your page here. Gladly.

When I read it at first, I thought nothing of it. A girl talking to some stupid pigeon. She eats an apple or something, whatever. But then I became fascinated with it, for what reason I cannot say. I did a little research and uncovered the meaning.

Do you wanna know true horror, Creepypasta loyals? It is not half-human Cthulhu creatures, nor undead smiling dogs from Hell. In fact, it is simple. Simple and very true, too. Oddly enough, it obscure, despite its constant reference by humans during hopeless tragedies.

If you do not wish to know this ultimate, frightening truth, which encompasses all aspects of what we hold dear, do not look deeply into it. With its implications, life, the universe, and our society unravel to reveal the "bleak truth." Oh, and that which had "reaped" me of MY youth is nihilism, in this poem described as the "nay way."