P47 - GlideShifting, twisting,the world spins awry,blades not catching;the heavens turn by.As one by onemy brethren fall;if simply becausewe could not skate at all.
P46 - StratocriaWe must fight to providea life for our youths,before peace comes the pain;these are the plain truths.They say 'do what you know,protect those you love';we have all lost our hopefor some heaven above.So we do what we must;we sacrifice all.We give up our livesand those of our thralls.
P45 - DewDew-drops bulgeand collect themselves,breath by breath,from a damp morning sky.Sitting,waiting.A light blossoms,golden blue,lithe and clear.Sitting,waiting.She dancesthrough fields,chasing shadowsacross valley,and ridge,laughing as they fleeinto little rabbit-holes.Sitting,waiting.And she returns,just as she promised;not too late,not forgotten,never too busy.Sitting,waiting.And she smiles,and kneels;lipsbrushing cold, emptywater-spots,on every leaf,and every blade.Sitting.With every kissa speck;a golden life,shining out.They bulge,one last time;just a little.And they roll,one by one.Crawling across the green.Heavier,just.And the edge comesand goes,and the world below pulls.A silent struggle,and they stretch.And soon they fall,bodies gently tumbling,through the ageing air.And soon,in a golden burst,of one thousand specksof warm, ageless light,they break.And begin to waitfor tomorrow.
P44 - FacistiaAnd who do we fight,who does ill us so?At whom do we aimand strike with our blows?Some 'owner' of us?some keeper of lives?Do we rebel in disgustagainst some stealer of hives?A freedom was wonin the years of our growth;and that freedom was takenfrom you and I both.
P43 - AuthoritariaWith words of command,we send the men out.Their women and children;are sent too, no doubt.So together they march,and one by one fall,and we move our ships onforgetting them all.More worlds to discover,and each one enslave,more worlds to enlist,and send to their graves.
P42 - TotalariaA clear, blank mind,the most beautiful thing;a canvas, a page,devoid of all sin.To mark the white space,to design him anew;to create our own slave;what else would we do?And glancing aroundwe find millions more;and we write on them too,as we gather for war.
P41 - ManifestationsGive me a momentand I'll spin these letters together;my eternal webof words.And this web I will weave,into the finest of cloths,and mop your browwith the nectarof this universe.
P40 - Don't Ever StopLife does not end.The World does notend.Things spin,at their barest,and this is enough.Though the lighthousesof our soulsmay fall,and crumble into anoceanof indiscriminate darknessthe world carries on.Though the firesof one thousand hells,the judgmentsof one thousand heavens,the scolding wordsof one thousand school-teachers,and the end of all we knowmay engulf us,the world carries on.Because it spins.It turns,slowly,carelessly,through this black void,falling between stars and dust,dancing its eternal danceacross the heavensand through the hellsand kissing the breathof the very universe in which it is,and thisis enoughfor us.
P39 - The WellHe lifts another bucketfrom his well of souls,white hands workingas the formless figuresrise once more.No sweat fallsfrom his ageless brow,no breath drawsthrough his open mouth,as he pullspulls the lives closera Master of destiny.
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