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Correct Silver Tongue Lyrics
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Eve: He feasts upon his words! Balladry of battles lost Omniscient megalith Responsible for such death What we have won carries with it The cost of fates much worse The countless efforts of the scorned Will echo evermore It is not within my means To change this providence! Yarrow stick and runed scrimshaw Fall in patterns so bleak and sure The garden never ours to own We never lay within his lap Our struggle won with gripe and grief We cannot crave a fallacy Pitiable routes so certain A hindrance must be sought Blood borne ascendance Bestowing rites to challenge Charcoal glyphs to carry What words cannot past life School our angered cries To enunciate our intent With every generation Mercenaries and emissaries Unbound by genders restraint Emancipate our faculties My time is brief, a mere fragment We lay down warp and weft with haste We encourage times indulgence To watch over our aggregate Spooling reams of fluent speech Florid blood in integers Recurring coils of chromosome Topography anatomy It is not just hands, but desire Scored grooves for liquid fire Casting thoughts as daggers And tongues of silver ore Flailing blights of wickedness Through sordid jowls their agency At each turn our folly bays To overthrow our victory Intarsia genes within the weave Purposeful rivulets of dust Weapons ensconced elaborate A knife so sharp to cut (we are) one sentience amid a plethora Sublunary minds to urge Dwelling behind lithe teeth and claw We beseech to you our proposal; We offer up our progeny And we urge of you the same As nations rise tectonic And earth and sea does strain Guardians will flank our vessel Pale Ursus will show their mettle A paradigm of allies Stand close encircling For he is empire manifest On earth as it is in heaven Frail minds will underpin His faculty of dominion The Prophesied Child: Motes of dust effervesce Threads unbridled coalesce With futures foresight Choose their tethers Embracing hands on Prescient faces Reading tells in causality In my hands alone Only one can unravel They tie off knots in my aether I, the prophet, sagacious child Fatherless and motherless My soul alone do I trust Foretold apocrypha Seeds of change grow within Planted deep our final sin Those opposed to the False God: We will build a council, a democracy! A nation of great magnitude, this our apogee! A child to usher in this fate, to raise our impious war Against the monarchy of God! We will climb so high! We will spread our hands And touch ten million other worlds And sing our sermon! We the silver tongued
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