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A fool trapped under my ancient wrath withers. He shouts but not a sound is heard. He grabs but nothing registers. His world is grave and I cannot show it. He is depraved but he cannot know it. This man is a spark and he can't set a fire. This fire would burn a hole in the sky. If he somehow escapes he'll be living up higher, So, he must be contained in a rotting state.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
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A fool trapped under my ancient wrath withers. He shouts but not a sound is heard. He grabs but nothing registers. His world is grave and I cannot show it. He is depraved but he cannot know it. This man is a spark and he can't set a fire. This fire would burn a hole in the sky. If he somehow escapes he'll be living up higher, So, he must be contained in a rotting state.
Part V of Songs of Loss, book II of Unwinding Steely Strings. And you have an answer...
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
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