Alright, I’ve been keeping this one on the fairly down-low for now, but if I’m gonna compile a masterpost of my music I’d may as well show the real version of this song.
This is gonna be the final track on the Caliborn rap album, it’s a track that Caliborn doesn’t actually know about. His sister, alt!Calliope, the dead cherub, made this one as the antithesis of his music. While his music is brash raps over an NES soundfont, the dead cherub gives us a more.. dramatic spoken-word poem over the Mother 3 soundfont. And her poem is allusive, subtle, and pretty mad at all those who would do Caliborn’s work. I can tell you one thing: Caliborn is being compared with Jesus.
But wait, if I’m gonna be playing the role of Caliborn on this rap album, then someone else has to play the dead cherub. So I got someone. I got a nice friend, @trafuris, and she did a wonderful job. Seriously. I freaking love this piece and what her voice brought to it.
I leave you with the poem itself.
The world doesn’t work on “should,” but
You should hate when I say “Homestuck is Caliborn’s work.”
If the statement sound light in breath, in void doth it lurk.
It hangs in the air, threatens your dissipation
(As it clowns the Earth in a flood of inclination)
Before the framework of meaning faded sacred to stale:
A cherub says “Robot, drive hammer to nail.
“Cross your fingers, my bro, but that I transcend
"All the better to rule and on the shadows depend.
"Two thousand more years of jeers and tears for queers
"And the throne of Almighty for the Prince and his Seers.”
On no promise loftier than that do the holy wheels grind
Which feel like bad Sonic in the back of your mind
But keep “bad” alive, keep material “Dirk.”
That is what it means: “Homestuck is Caliborn’s work.”Does it have to be this way? What would it mean to change?
Does the sequel need to retcon our comic from strange?
One cherub’s sacrifice, another’s sabotage:
War of the twins, technology’s mirage.
There’s nothing new under “Thanks For Playing” sun;
For if the fandom’s “Goddamned” to you, then it’s God who has won.
All we need is in us– for, as far as it seems,
History’s only as cursed as utopia gleams.
This is relevant for Caliborns Wake.