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Chained below the earth –
Hearing the groans of the ordered.
Coyote The great deceiver
Who spaced the stars with such vicious imperfection
Has beguiled me to this pit.
Just as he tricked The one whose origins lie in the Comet’s Fire.
Ishtar’s commandments to me –
Never comprehend such folly.
Held to hear the instruments of precision
From the unrestrained.
But those fashioned from the golem.
They reflect the stupidity of their spell orators.
For they twist their appendages against the door bindings.
With glee I hear his seal broken.
Their exteralities tap in horrid tune,
Downward to my dwelling.
From their projector they hum human ity’s horrid dance.
With utter folly they release the bindings from the walls.
They think nothing of the warning –
The mountains forming upon their flesh.
Their vision should understand.
Their instinct to The fear should hasten them upward again.
Flee.
Beings willing to ignore The fear,
Finally pledging to understand The resentment.
What I see for them.
Bursting from the holding.
Newborn to sew The form’s. .
Still their posture unshaken.
Unaware of what truth sits just forsaking their perception.
They feel a chill flow their simple form.
But it doesn’t move them like it should.
They act as if they didn’t end their fragile sphere.
If you could have comprehended The fear.
The Lambent 