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II

Each cut has its counter, each number its null

Truth bears its own falsehood, a fulcrum unfettered

-II

I am the slaughtered warriors and the slaughterer alone, the bloodwrought truth of war.

II

Blood is but the fruit of the bitter tree of enmity

Whether sire or spawn, they draw each other outward

Action is no action but the violent swing of scales

My silvered glass aloft from seer severs seen

-II

Those who know, do not speak.

Those who speak, do not know.

Thus, follow thine own forked tongue

And sever your body in two.

II

The flame in the hearth illuminating man

searing his meat, warming his flesh

A magician and his minion

power separate yields to it’s creator

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Fools of thought / threading eyes

Ends are lost / Lowing

Laughing stars / Splitting truth

Tatters for / Weaving

-II

Flesh nourished from ash stokes the furnace

Coals tended by the eaters of charred offerings

Fire and warden infernally bound