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The Palisades
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{Fanaa x Balcar x Michael Blackmore}
Wielding the bleak tooth, dipped in mortal oil,
In kingdoms felled by bearing false confession.
Bred sacral gracehounds hunt through tainted soil,
Each haunted generation born to question.
Minefields hold the living trees of old,
Yet still invite man’s dissolute assault.
Narrating tales of fool’s gold won bold;
Fanning the urge to praise temptation’s fault.
Yet graceful trends are just as likely set,
Predicting better futures still to pass,
Whose towers grown will richer fields beget,
And seed for history a greener grass.
True glory then is unity enframed,
By palisades of heav’n the righteous claimed.
© Fanaa
@MichaelBlackmore @balcar
{Fanaa x Balcar x Michael Blackmore}
Wielding the bleak tooth, dipped in mortal oil,
In kingdoms felled by bearing false confession.
Bred sacral gracehounds hunt through tainted soil,
Each haunted generation born to question.
Minefields hold the living trees of old,
Yet still invite man’s dissolute assault.
Narrating tales of fool’s gold won bold;
Fanning the urge to praise temptation’s fault.
Yet graceful trends are just as likely set,
Predicting better futures still to pass,
Whose towers grown will richer fields beget,
And seed for history a greener grass.
True glory then is unity enframed,
By palisades of heav’n the righteous claimed.
© Fanaa
@MichaelBlackmore @balcar
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