this here are the elvenar
you cannot trust their words
but their hands are true
that there are the ashadar
you cannot trust their words
nor their hands
but their ears are true
Dreams or Dust
this here are the elvenar
you cannot trust their words
but their hands are true
that there are the ashadar
you cannot trust their words
nor their hands
but their ears are true
put courage to paper
and song to voice
these sounds outside
they are blips and beeps and constant
consolation, contradiction, confusion, command
they are made by the damned
a step outside maslows graveyard
how many condemned
do we own?
must we own?
can we own?
who here rations the divide
between the lines and beyond the pale
can it be hells waiting room
and not the wall
who here is tracking for their own doom
convinced, and utterly convincing
they are the damned