The
rattling of the chains,
The
resonating brains,
The
clouds of holy water
Fuming
behind the clatter...
But
it all froze down.
All
in a while
A
horrid, mangled pile
Of
flesh and bones and blood,
Of
hopes and dreams and mud...
But
it all froze down.
From
the bottom to the top
They
swore they would not stop.
They
pierced the lofty airs.
They
shook the mocking chairs...
But
it all froze down.
Under
the fateful tree
There
stood not two but three
Daring
to pluck the fruit
To
pass it down to their root...
But
it all froze down.
A
dream they now say it was-
A
dream fraught with flaws.
A
dream that had no hope
Riding
a downward slope...
It
all froze down.
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