Examine The Gifts 2002-09-25
Somewhere between the stinking rot of the city And the persistant hammering of Time The King of Follicles sleeps The million-year fall from Beauty has worn him out Fighting a thousand invisible ostracisms He was stabbed one too many times by thier sharp looks And is tired from the blood loss Never one to dance On the head of a pin He often climbs the Arrow To reach the Crown But slips and falls Being trampled by Volition soldiers But for some reason refuses to die He just slips away quietly now and then To take a rest Only to begin the next round Of wars with himself ~Matt Magus
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