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

Sam Spratt

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LUCI: Chapter 5 - The Monument Game

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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 Spratt
Artist royalty
Blockchain
Ethereum
Token standard
ERC-721
Contract address
0xda...a32b
Token
7
Comment
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)