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And into his ear the Beast dist' whisper . . .
Written by: Broken-Eye Lodi, Sartan's Snake
Date: Thursday, December 6th, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone
He wept as he first beheld the dark heart
Of this empire, sinfully forged from blood!
Before it 'twas as sweet as an angels kiss.
Now swamped with a bitter, biled, flood.
Its cold steal citadels held in moneyed bliss;
Unforgiving glass monstrosities freezing his reflection.
From behind a screen he looked at this world
And he could but weep, for its imagined false perfection's . . .
And into his ear the Beast dist' whisper
"There is nothing here"
Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 293 AF.
And into his ear the Beast dist' whisper . . .
Written by: Broken-Eye Lodi, Sartan's Snake
Date: Thursday, December 6th, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone
He wept as he first beheld the dark heart
Of this empire, sinfully forged from blood!
Before it 'twas as sweet as an angels kiss.
Now swamped with a bitter, biled, flood.
Its cold steal citadels held in moneyed bliss;
Unforgiving glass monstrosities freezing his reflection.
From behind a screen he looked at this world
And he could but weep, for its imagined false perfection's . . .
And into his ear the Beast dist' whisper
"There is nothing here"
Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 293 AF.