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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - The tribal call beckons, a plea in the midst Of decadence and decay in the lingering mist The cinder’s smoke dances, our carnal delight A pain unmasked, a degeneration’s plight
From the muck we’re born, from the ashes we build A monument to the sky, a whole unfilled A yearning for freedom, we long once more As darkness creeps in, we beg for yore
A tribal call beckons, a roar on high The end of the ages, a last goodbye A purpose unfelt, we pray for the rain And when silence falls, only our stories remain
Artist
Sam SprattArtist royalty
Blockchain
Ethereum
Token standard
ERC-721
Contract address
0xda...a32bToken
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The tribal call beckons, a plea in the midst
Of decadence and decay in the lingering mist
The cinder’s smoke dances, our carnal delight
A pain unmasked, a degeneration’s plight
From the muck we’re born, from the ashes we build
A monument to the sky, a whole unfilled
A yearning for freedom, we long once more
As darkness creeps in, we beg for yore
A tribal call beckons, a roar on high
The end of the ages, a last goodbye
A purpose unfelt, we pray for the rain
And when silence falls, only our stories remain
Coordinates
(0.5703757752645020000000000,0.7124528301886792000000000)