Grip - Pyrosome Configuration 1

The bequeathed born and aged to adulthood
A head to the healed
A being blessed and bound to success, bounty
The beauty of grace instilled, with power, intuition, knowing
A dream had of the path of ascension

The followers must conquer and take in its name
Demanding the formation of arms
And statues bearing the likeness of the likened
All craftsman called and sculptors united to complete the task
All but one comply
The defiant ones insists another path
Maddened by the falseness of the elected one's ambition

An example made, the sculptor thrown in the depths to toil
Contemplate and dream of their wrongs

The drums of war roar, masking and echoing one's howl of laments
Formations of those hungering for excellence bewitched by ascension
They spill out of the cave as if larva hatching from a carcass
Scouting and hunting
The uninitiated sought and found, they lay in their homes
Unaware and naive
The ascending scaled their alien walls, readying their sharpened spears screaming
Offensive and proceeding they lunge into clay homes unexpecting

Written by:
Alex McGady

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