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Wheat or Meat?
The primeval nature of eternal youth
forgetting a path that left you aloof
refusing to take part in bloody war dances
claiming youre a herald of civilized advances.
A cane and a glove lie in your stilted
timeline of tapestral schisms so quilted
by crones lying blind in darkened caves
forging a future in which you deign to be brave
by eschewing qualities that tie you to throngs
that lie cheat and steal to slink along
roads rife with highwaymens glinting swords
where ships of escape lie moored in fjords
that give birth to legends caught in a screen
by men better used to rely on pipe dreams
calling their lineage unsurpassed victors
whose limelights warp and stutter and flicker
eventually falling prey to the black
from which insnaitys razor sharp claws retract
feigning a role in which it can save
the people who scarred their brethren as slaves.
A forever sight in the passing of deaths
claimed by pride,by fear,by meth
architecht of a future born bleak
a time when intelligence slaughters the meek
for the father that they never dared to seek.
