Preservation
Until my mouth opens…
Originally posted on johnny ojanpera:
It read like an ancient text, misunderstood
An assassination plot for the ages unfolded
Not one of death, but of inevitability, imminent
Our eyes glint as we scratch the ground deeper
Her riches lying just out of reach, we must have
Outer beauty, bounty missed, dictation began
It flows under our feet waiting to be sapped
If we could just dig a hole here, or drain there
Delete a forest to get there much faster
Build a better bomb...
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