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In mourning our lost did We sweat under the known sun
of lost dreams and apathy in the knowing of the hills and valleys that
laid before us. Had We known of the onslaught We might have escaped the
disparaging waves of Evil that overcame us, But alas, we stood clueless
in the Fields of Sand out in the Middle of Nowhere. Peering forth Across the land? Whereinforth did we die Naked Symmetry As we try? The hills did not hide us... no no no. The holes did not cover us no no no. And yet we scamper along the dusty trail for us to bewail the long and heavy song.
But in moments the Egg from within began to rattle,
shaking rhythmically as eventful cracks coursed its way around. The Egg
did shatter, beams of blazing light pouring forth chasing away the Night.
For a moment, we beheld the brilliance that was the Egg in her pure iridescent
splendor. For we witnessed the birth of the Star Child, burning intense
point of radiation that will cause all darkness to scamper away. For we
stand in awe. For we experienced the Moment.
Yet darkness lurks at the edge of light doing battle with the waves in and out of phase. Yet with the flowing waves of light pouring like liquid moving in ways not so insipid. Calm, powerful, midnight-blue eyes so curious lost in the haze of chaos giving way to Deep Order.
Now, spirit recharged, We shall turn our guns Eastward to the Shore where our destiny lies. We shall no longer scamper away in fear and dread, but go forth and conquer our Due. We shall march relentlessly and inexorably forward to the Shore, stand on it, and demand our Due. And all of the Clueless on the Shore shall come forward for the Repatriation. Then the Clueless shall be splayed where they stand. They shall never grace the Shore with their acrid footprints anymore. Their bones shall be absorbed by the Wild rather than buried. Their lives and deeds shall be erased from the pages of Time.
The Star Child and our Due peered into each other's eyes Lost on love lost in the archives. Our Due shall know the freedom of the Star Child... her footsteps to follow her hand to lead. And We, at that point, can then lay to rest our weary heads our weary heads.
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