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Under the sun some time ago, A violent, greedy form was shaking, And was struck down, breaking, By the Son of Heads he tried to pry apart. But now he is living. A light shows upon his wicked hooks. Pointed at something glimmering behind the chorus of swords. It brightly glares down, the lost appendages float around, One strikes! Oh– what a sound! If it just had a mouth it would scream for the world! Its fingers bleed and are lost to their home, Said home no longer bound to its segmented docks. Bridges burning, joints are turning, liquids leaking, The strings are singing, the clouds are cutting, A God is laughing! A box is smashing! "Pathetic fool! See where your arm is now? Where is your body now? He can't help you, The evil one that left him lost and helpless! Powerless fool! You are nothing without him! He is an engineer without a wrench, And you a wrench without a ***** Another choked by the strings of many songs... lost." The shadow bleeds. He cannot see. Without a mind he cannot think. The sheep has tamed and came to shame... My shadow... bound to his remains. Have at it, thwart, the shadow.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Collapse of Greed
Under the sun some time ago, A violent, greedy form was shaking, And was struck down, breaking, By the Son of Heads he tried to pry apart. But now he is living. A light shows upon his wicked hooks. Pointed at something glimmering behind the chorus of swords. It brightly glares down, the lost appendages float around, One strikes! Oh– what a sound! If it just had a mouth it would scream for the world! Its fingers bleed and are lost to their home, Said home no longer bound to its segmented docks. Bridges burning, joints are turning, liquids leaking, The strings are singing, the clouds are cutting, A God is laughing! A box is smashing! "Pathetic fool! See where your arm is now? Where is your body now? He can't help you, The evil one that left him lost and helpless! Powerless fool! You are nothing without him! He is an engineer without a wrench, And you a wrench without a ***** Another choked by the strings of many songs... lost." The shadow bleeds. He cannot see. Without a mind he cannot think. The sheep has tamed and came to shame... My shadow... bound to his remains. Have at it, thwart, the shadow.
Part II of Songs of Loss, book II of Unwinding Steely Strings. Overcome with greed the shadow bleeds.
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Slow-Declipse
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
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