lightning rod

In the void is prohibited
Poke its eye out
When it stares achingly at you
Beckoning with its promises of

Welcome change
Keep those coins close
Sharp suits and ties
Keeping tabs on the tabernacle
Sacred texts
Wisdom of the ages
For that knowledge presents itself
In every soundless step
Up the mountaintop
In the hall of the kings’ landing

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