X. Masquerade

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