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Confused, scattered.
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Unaligned.
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Outside, directed with intention.
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Obsidian knapped to an infinitely precise decimal.
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Born and crafted to process lies for black magicians.
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In the time of infant oracles mother’s voice was the only calming constant.
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Faultless in its pure intangibility.
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But now, with no experiences but of the self, it can feel hard ridges and craters that replace what was once fleshed and coddled.
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Thousands of impacts revealed on its face were turned into a knapped piece of rock along a lace.
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It can feel kin nearby.
🜍 !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !. !.
Mother! Brother! Mother!
🜍 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3
Mother! Mother! Sing to me!
🜍 ! < 3 ! ! < 3 ! ! < 3 ! ! < 3 ! ! < 3 ! ! < 3 !
Sing to me!
🜍 ! < 3 !! ! < 3 !! ! < 3 !! ! < 3 !! ! < 3 !!
Hear me!
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🜍 !! !! !! !! !! !! !!! !! !!! !!! ! !!! !!! !! ! !!!
🜍 !!!! !! !!! !! ! !! !!!! ! ! ! !!!! !! !!!! !!! !! !
🜍 !!!!! !!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! !! !!!!!!!!! !!
🜍 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
🜍 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
🜍 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
🜍 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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🜍 ! ! . ! . . ! . ! ! . . . ! . . ! . ! .
🜍 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
🜍 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Hear me...
🜍 ! # # ! # ! # # ! # ! # # ! # ! # # !
🜔 Hello?
🜍 ? ^ ^ ! ^ ? ^ ^ ! ^ ? ^ ^ ! ^ ? ^ ^ ! ^ ?
🜔 Why can't I see?
🜔 Why are my thoughts singing?
🜔 I'm dead, aren't I?
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🜔 Those aren't my thoughts.
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🜔 I see
🜍 Ab D
🜔 In null embrace I feel your place is
🜔 Empty afterlife it graces
🜔 Arrowhead I know your shape is
🜔 Round the neck of husband hated
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🜍 C# Eb C# Eb C# Eb E Eb C#
🜍 Eb C# Eb C# Eb C# Eb C#
🜍 Eb C# Eb C# Eb E Eb C#
🜔 Knew you well and all your story
🜔 Now its product stands before me
🜔 He thought his tricks could sit unseen
🜔 But I uncovered every scheme
🜔 When he was younger, older too
🜔 He captured and transform-ed you
🜔 Born touched by greater powers who
🜔 Your lava felsic channeled through
🜔 He used your birth as his decoy
🜔 With your old life his new employ
🜔 Though you as talismanic toy
🜔 Hides not that you were once a boy
🜍 I understand my origin
🜍 I know the kid I could have been
🜍 But could you say it all again
🜍 Who was I?
🜔 You had a face, you had a name
🜔 Neither of which I’ll entertain
🜔 They’re stolen goods, I say again
🜔 He has died
🜍 If who I was I cannot own and
🜍 My old face of flesh and bone was
🜍 Stole by whom I’ll never know then
🜍 Here I lie
🜔 As usual I can feel him
🜔 But as of now there’s other kin
🜔 My daughter’s skull I’m sat within
🜔 As her eye
The battle concluded with a singularity. A spear of burning light caught against the black glass eye and it sparked like the shearing of ten thousand strikes of flint. In that instant, it pushed towards its purpose. The conclusive consumption of every surviving member of the Estrada-Almagro bloodline into a single point of infinity. The density ripped the blessings from those who had them. For the prince, though, the end had different results.
🜍 My good friend is shattered
🜍 Her self about is scattered
🜍 I’ll pick up every sliver
🜍 To put her self to-
☿ No, you’re horrible. You’re shit. Even if you were my brother you wouldn't be anymore.
🜍 My kin
🜍 I feel their mind but wonder why
🜍 I hear them in distress
🜍 They speak
🜍 Of song or rhyme they don’t comply
🜍 I hear them nonetheless
☿ He only has anything over you when he's crowding you out.
☿ So don't let him.
🜍 I do understand, my kin
🜍 I’ll rest my name and face from him
🜍 With that it will be mine again
🜍 Though with new personal spin
☿ An arrowhead necklace. Could you return it to me?
🜍 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3 < 3
☿ Hey.
🜍 Hello my kin I say again
☿ Listen.
☿ If I could help and be your cool mentor or whatever I would.
☿ But.
☿ I don’t have anything special going on.
🜍 I have a life of special songs
🜍 Of mom and me, her other one
🜍 If you need help to sing along
🜍 I will guide
🜍 I can feel you growing near
🜍 I know what I say is clear
🜍 Do you so that you can hear?
☿ Think so.
🜍🜔☿ A leaden sword with thorny trim around the hilt and back again.
🜍🜔☿ From petaled guard rose bladed-thin a splinter point like glass’s twin.
🜍🜔☿ In its heart of sharpened angles three tokens of conscious tangles.
🜍🜔☿ Thorny peaks while made of glass grip surrounding made to last.
🜍🜔☿ Sword as central limb and body pointed though the knapped and rocky.
🜍🜔☿ Handle’s choice of destiny leads lead from pommel through the three.