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In Stone It Was Carved
So you decided to carve
it in stone, or in stone it was carved.
Stone eye mask discipline.
A labyrinthe of bone
where you see the
music of great rising
smoke, and the prophets
wrote in...
Availance!¡
Disordience.
I wear a silver shield.
battling for the final mjoir.
The diamond sword in my hand.
Here in gold liquid turned to red rust.
A vixen enshrined in yellow sap.
Nails on my bare bone.
The sweet release eclipsed
time by the ocean's mind.
What time decides.
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