Temperament of the man is decided based on the cage he inhabits. So far off from what the purpose was, instinct looms in the shadows. Never to hear those notes again, the ones that sounded so perfect and pure in paradise. The flute and the drums have been silenced in favor of brass monstrosities that can only sound mechanical in the ear. The vine grows over the stumps in groves that were used for rituals the mask of fate and doubt replacing ordinary face.

No bread and no water no fisher king that can bring the world back to life with oracles tears. The land is dying but it is of no concern to the human animal.


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