10-26-06

In the shadows of faulted towers

where climb the beasts of human frailty

where live the planners of humanity's end

there toil a people of misdirected ends

There we live amongst

alternating days of fire and ice

when the slaves work the galleys

they control the destination of the ship

the worries, the triumphs, the existence of the ship masters

this world

so painfully beautiful

horrifying, inescapable

Where destiny does not tread

unless behind, never in front

Here where friends love, betray,

even forget you

to survive here, or deny what they see here

We stand as trees cut violently from roots

to bear fruit of indiscriminate hatred

slavery's children, to continue slavery's work

But hear the chains rattle, deep below deck

rumors of others victorious, breaking their yokes

see the master tremble at the slight hint that you know

anything beyond what's at today's table

There is no whisper of retreat from this world

and the Hell we must suffer

for an end to this life and the beginning of another

as humanity's children

serving humanity's ends

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