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aunt agatha-migration

aunt agatha-migration

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tonight, the temple is burning

 

my companion is the other room watching movies. we have a little time together and i have a jug of wine.

 

in about an hour, meet me in the darkened temple courtyard. show your cups so that i may fill them.

 

bring mud, torches and stones. bring axes. we are going to desecrate the sacred through old and new poems. in white fire, the temple shall be brought to ashes. the holy statues destroyed. bring your woundedness.

 

and the gods and goddesses shall appear. and those who believe, healed.

 

 

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Ditch Fahrenheit

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One For The Vine

 

Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one.

His claim was phrased quite simply, though he never voiced it loud,

I am he, the chosen one.

 

In his name they could slaughter, for his name they could die.

Though many there were believed in him, still more were sure he lied,

But they'll fight the battle on.

 

Then one whose faith had died

Fled back up the mountainside,

But before the top was made,

A misplaced footfall made him stray

From the path prepared for him.

Off of the mountain,

On to a wilderness of ice.

 

This unexpected vision made him stand and shake with fear,

But nothing was his fright compared with those who saw him appear.

Terror filled their minds with awe.

 

Simple were the folk who lived

Upon this frozen wave.

So not surprising was their thought,

This is he, God's chosen one,

Who's come to save us from

All our oppressors.

We shall be kings on this world.

 

Follow me!

I'll play the game you want me,

Until I find a way back home.

 

Follow me!

I give you strength inside you,

Courage to win your battles -

 

No, no, no, this can't go on,

This will be all that I fled from.

Let me rest for a while.

 

He walked into a valley,

All alone.

There he talked with water, and then with the vine.

 

They leave me no choice.

I must lead them to glory or most likely to death.

 

They traveled cross the plateau of ice, up to its edge.

Then they crossed a mountain range and saw the final plain.

Still he urged the people on.

 

Then, on a distant slope,

He observed one without hope

Flee back up the mountainside.

He thought he recognised him by his walk,

And by the way he fell,

And by the way he

Stood up, and vanished into air.

 

-Tony Banks, 1976

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thirdgreenham

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Just got a head's up PM from Frank at Metro that he's going to put a stop to this thread tonight.

 

I guess he's got a thing for temples? :gossip:

 

That, and his business' reputation is on the line.

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comicdonna

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Just got a head's up PM from Frank at Metro that he's going to put a stop to this thread tonight.

 

I guess he's got a thing for temples? :gossip:

 

That, and his business' reputation is on the line.

He had better hurry before it dies on it's own.
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