X. Masquerade
Sam Spratt 1/1
Lost is the lore
Under the story
Do not let the roles slip away
Gift of the giant
Choked to the ground
Clash of the kinfolk
On the spotlit grave
Race for pinks
Across the prism
Endless cycle
Fed by luminate sun
Wear our nature
Stripped and bare
Party at the tree’s demise
Babeled tongues spoken
Bettered with destruction
Balance rewarded
For the crude-tooled honed
Gap canopic
The space gets sorted
Dance apocalypse
Her beat gets stronger
Rebrand band
with the slaver’s drums
Crown to Kingdom
Dot connectors
Roulette bets by the networked herd
Order’s house made always whole
Vow breaking clowns
In the muck of frogland
White knight whores
Prey on The Included
Gilded fail sons
Preach revolution
Results get rigged
Posed for The Auctioneer
Last will and confession to spread creation
Honor kill darlings with crept of missions
Mine the cobalt and mix the marrow
Run the node off grid city sulfur
The Hive is modeled on honey and lies
Bated snares for proxied dreamers
While we string and tether our golem army
With networked links and marionette wire
Soldiers clayed from masks and mirrors
To fight the war owed to our remains
Paid to the oldest story
Demands this endless fall
Needing of no forgiveness
Ours was always for her
The Mask Maker readies
Under the Zoo
To craft again
For the Debt Jubilee