What is torment to us
Who have stolen such insight
What is the passing of days
To us who can hear
The grinding of immortal teeth
Eagle shadows grace us
In blasphemous communion
With ripping talons and crooked beaks
Complicit in our proud rebellion
And while we may heal
And our spirits flourish and be fortified
Our blood seeps ever deeper
Into the blind places of the world
'till A knowing in our smiles
And a gleam in our augurous eyes
Draws down the gods themselves
In an impulse of paranoid jealousy
Unbind us

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