X. Masquerade

Lost is the lore Under the story Do not let the roles slip away

Gift of the giant Choked to the ground Clash of the kinfolk On the spotlit grave

Race for pinks Across the prism Endless cycle Fed by luminate sun

Wear our nature Stripped and bare

Party at the tree’s demise

Babeled tongues spoken Bettered with destruction Balance rewarded For the crude-tooled honed

Gap canopic The space gets sorted Dance apocalypse Her beat gets stronger

Rebrand band with the slaver’s drums Crown to Kingdom Dot connectors

Roulette bets by the networked herd Order’s house made always whole Vow breaking clowns In the muck of frogland White knight whores Prey on The Included Gilded fail sons Preach revolution Results get rigged Posed for The Auctioneer

Last will and confession to spread creation Honor kill darlings with crept of missions Mine the cobalt and mix the marrow Run the node off grid city sulfur

The Hive is modeled on honey and lies Bated snares for proxied dreamers While we string and tether our golem army With networked links and marionette wire Soldiers clayed from masks and mirrors To fight the war owed to our remains

Paid to the oldest story Demands this endless fall Needing of no forgiveness Ours was always for her

The Mask Maker readies Under the Zoo To craft again For the Debt Jubilee