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I sometimes hear
the heavens chuckle
from clouds above
where constellations stand
when the impossible
is since disproven
when men dawn blinds
with slothful hands.
Did not a tyrant
find "solution"
for branded labour
and mortal flame?
While the nations
gawked in apathy ...
Oh,
the everlasting shame!
In ignorance
they strove to pacify him
in hubris
prayed,
on them,
he'd fast,
heed not,
the august admonition:
the meek,
the gluttons
dine on...
last!
So hark,
the bell now chimes familiar,
tis a tale
too often told,
let not another
cannibalise the humble,
but yet,
be vanquished
by the bold.
the heavens chuckle
from clouds above
where constellations stand
when the impossible
is since disproven
when men dawn blinds
with slothful hands.
Did not a tyrant
find "solution"
for branded labour
and mortal flame?
While the nations
gawked in apathy ...
Oh,
the everlasting shame!
In ignorance
they strove to pacify him
in hubris
prayed,
on them,
he'd fast,
heed not,
the august admonition:
the meek,
the gluttons
dine on...
last!
So hark,
the bell now chimes familiar,
tis a tale
too often told,
let not another
cannibalise the humble,
but yet,
be vanquished
by the bold.
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