into the wild
abort the mild
the weaker willed
the meeker
somnambulant slurs
of jewels and furs
some legacy
what creatures
on dust we raise
our screaming cranes
our moat, our house
our fortress
come carve a trail
to our unholy grail
we'll find solace
in it's sweetness
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