POETRY FOR THE CROWS AND HANDS
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POEM IS WRITTEN IN AN ESTRANGE CODE. 1
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the god of hands and the god of crows cried to the sea
“the prophecy of the end must end”
The sea responded with a greyness in their voice
“the prophecy have died once, the end is not the end you seek”
the god of hand showered in lies, screached
“the layers your tales for-told is being destroyed by the god of crows! What else do you seek?”
the sea with blackness in their voice, whispered
“the end will be the end, when the dwindles of stars lies behind all the woven tales and broken lies.”
“your shattering will not be the end, but a new tale inscribed to the end.”
the god of crow cawed and summoned a murder hammered,
“lost and forgotten, ocean of the void do not know the tales of the end.”
“the tale will be forgotten as the ocean feast upon hands of death.”
the god of hands listened and vanished.
the god of crows weeped for the sea asked,
“What order of the tales shall lead us to an end?”
the sea, with whiteness and hollow echoed,
“the lies of hands will end, the far and near will end, the tales of crows and hands will be forgotten. That shall lead order and an end.”
The god of crow laughed, and hammered another murder,
“the tales of hands shall NOT end with your endless depth, sea I will beckon the tale of hands until the end of time.”
the sea pestered with silence.
“break what cannot be broken, strangle and unknot your thoughts, bewild of the city, liar of the hands, paradox clock of crows, Hands upon your death. That will lead to the end you seek.
The god of crow bowed. The tears of the skeleton and the god of hand corpse rose from the sea.
“The tales are benevolent. I will act my part.”
The tear of the skeleton were left behind.
The god of hand fragments,
The god of crows flammed their thoughts and clam a hand.
“oh god of lies and god of fire, meld what can be fixed, unstrangle and knot your body, order is of forest, truth of the crows, logic melded in hands, crows below your life. This start poise my lock.”
The ocean vanished.>>>>... DATA EXPLUNGED FROM ARCHIVE, RESETTING OBJECTIVES.
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