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No no NO NO!!!
PLEASE!!
I BEG YOU--!! |
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A fruitless
task.
Isn't it? |
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Rescue will
come
for them
in steel chariots
to assert
order
once more.
Your work
undone
As though
it never
was. |
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So the seas grind the stones. |
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My laugh rings out nonetheless! |
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Maybe it echoes
against the cliffs.
But in time
it fades to silence. |
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The bird's beak will wear away long before the mountain does. |
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I'd rather the fall
than
the sudden stop.
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I'd have thought you'd know by now, |
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that ash could smell as sweet as flame. |
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It was a spike of cold steel through my guts. |
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Hah!
A sentiment
unbecoming
of
our kind.
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To extend you
invitation
to a
greater
calling.
One
which befits
an angel
rather than
a magpie.
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And you think this wind may lift my wings? |
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We are
building
a grand
machine.
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A spiral winding outwards. |
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But without hands to mark the hour |
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We may not
see
the purpose
yet.
But
purpose
will find us.
Before
the work
is done.
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And what work it will be. |
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You know they've made a word for me. |
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But a third would make a pattern, would it not? |
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Were you
wiser
you would
be
careful.
A name
is just
another
kind
of binding.
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You'd not know silk from chains. |
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I shall see you from the canopy, my kin. |
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There is still light to catch |
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