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Jicotea
02:36
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Duality In Singularity
09:34
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Dusk on the smoldering sphere
Orphans tread under starless skies
A village of straw grazed by gusty tides
One small flick of the foot from free-fall
Arid mountains loom
The composted corpse of the old world
An aural luminescence hums from the summit
A celestial cloak for the frigid
Single-file they march to demise
Slumbering old soul swallows them whole
The bold and the brave slaves of mores of their ancestral enclave
The sea god’s retribution at the center stage
A tail-trick of lady fate binds you not
The maw of the mountain is built for one
The beacon you seek is for the hands of the world
Let your shortfalls be the staircase to the crypt
Of the sun
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A fate-forged four-tet palavers on the ashes of the sunset
A fifth prong pilfered its way to vengeful jaws
And the bones spoke
Ills of our fathers scorched into our flesh
The Chelonian Summit a baptismal pyre
Of hills and crests
A shortcut overhead
Hack the marrow and dead, meddlesome ligaments
Dawdle not, we must ascend
The bones spoke once again
Scars awoken, the Sea God lashes out in pain
The fourth one meets its bitter end
A centuries-old storm mumbles at the peak
A tectonic tremor opens the floodgates
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The skeletal, slumbering summit swarms with circadian droves
A hive of famished souls
The peak boasts unripened fruits
A dove’s call or a herring’s muse?
All that’s fed is myth
The wilted winds whisper death in familiar tones
Seeds sleep in the bones
The Sea God’s shell, an elusive lock
A yawn bolts across the mountaintop
A masquerading plague
Cancerous limbs clutch the mud
Dragging us all into the abyss
Cleanse us of the sick
Let their bones be the keys to our bliss
Gold and blood shall not inherit this world
Fools, you gilded few
Self-crowned Gods drained the waters old
Alone you’ll share the fate of drifting dead in the sea
A ship built on blood shall sink as shall
You, teeth clamped to your greed
Join hands and grasp my shell
To the flood of prosperity
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Caguama
02:14
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