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Unrestrained and restrained Fruit of the ground Beast of the field Tooth and claw were it's weapons He could tie a rock to a stick and Sharpen it The word **** hadn't been invented yet Fire fell from heaven lapping up the true sacrifice In my son Abel I am well pleased Hate The word ****** was burnt to the forehead of the first son So all men will know he is cursed with first-blood What an honor Satisfied from the **** up I remember it First tounge of flames lapping from the pit Lightning flashed and rain fell Stone and fire-thunder swell Father was born from the dust And his breath always smelled of blood He knew the secret paths And told stories of nights spent in the ancient groves He spoke often of the Old One - And warned us of the speaking serpent Mother walked in the garden God-carved A pine grown for the saw A rib torn from the breast She spoke the language of birds More beautiful than sunset Lush fruiting buds pour their scent Trees of long white hanging moss From the limb The monkeys watched them Touch Lonely hill Birds are silent At his scream Purity Fist balled around the stone Please don't! Brain matter skull shatter The earth is thirsty for blood Pulled down from the high place Am I my brother's keeper?
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
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Unrestrained and restrained Fruit of the ground Beast of the field Tooth and claw were it's weapons He could tie a rock to a stick and Sharpen it The word **** hadn't been invented yet Fire fell from heaven lapping up the true sacrifice In my son Abel I am well pleased Hate The word ****** was burnt to the forehead of the first son So all men will know he is cursed with first-blood What an honor Satisfied from the **** up I remember it First tounge of flames lapping from the pit Lightning flashed and rain fell Stone and fire-thunder swell Father was born from the dust And his breath always smelled of blood He knew the secret paths And told stories of nights spent in the ancient groves He spoke often of the Old One - And warned us of the speaking serpent Mother walked in the garden God-carved A pine grown for the saw A rib torn from the breast She spoke the language of birds More beautiful than sunset Lush fruiting buds pour their scent Trees of long white hanging moss From the limb The monkeys watched them Touch Lonely hill Birds are silent At his scream Purity Fist balled around the stone Please don't! Brain matter skull shatter The earth is thirsty for blood Pulled down from the high place Am I my brother's keeper?
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Equatorial Guinean
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
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