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Old 01-09-2017, 06:03 PM   #1
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Topic: Autumnal Canabalism



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Old 01-09-2017, 08:13 PM   #2
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Default Autumnal Canabalism

Beyond the known world and south of all knowledge
A small island people live, growing oranges and olives
They're an opulent people, holding all force in common
All without kings or the symptoms of social problems
The cosmos rule here, orders them all out of chaos
Pocahontas don't have shit on this people, I promise
They're placid and open, grown from ashes of omen
Welcome to their home. Welcome to planet ocean

This is their story.

A torrid sun broils over humans, flora and tropic
Salty hues tinges air as people forage and frolic
Life goes on, yes. It's awesome in this earth nirvana!
Inhabitants are seen: Boys lure otters with chocolate
A fish is gutted; a child chops it (eats it with walnuts)
Girls gossip in straw huts, "Who has the largest...?"
On top of rocks and cliff, men look down to bottom
They see ocean sprawl, bonafide and blossomed
Electrified like sapphire, the island buzzes with fauna
But they spy a problem: the women are gone. Off on a...?

Drama? No, it's trauma.

The sun regresses. Twilight and purple negate the horizon...
Foreign ships wade, waiting. They lay chum for the island
Sharks come. Circling and looming, brooding as shoal kings
They sense blood. It's moving and oozing down haul beams
Meanwhile, upon the cliff tops the men scan the sky more
On a ship's deck they see the women tied to ply boards...
The night is now glowing. Frantic shadows jostle gasoline
Two women burn alive, gasping, thrashing. God-awful heat!
Four others hang upside down...hot ashes swirl everywhere
A curdle of blood surfaces, as breath draws the heavy air

The men continue to observe.

A Sovereign with a crown of razor wire draws blade
In his cannibal, animal eye he delights she's afraid
He inserts and trims off a square of bloody muscle
He chews over coffee, reads his map and chuckles
All is set. The fleet sails out when sun is over ridge
But not yet...the men signal to the boys, "SWIM!"
Five thousand leap from rocks, crashing into water
Sharks take to the altar. Welcoming to the slaughter
One swimmer makes it to the ship, most are eaten alive
With one limb he climbs. There's hope in his apple eyes
The Sovereign, the Cannibal King greets him the deck
He can't believe it, this boy is fist pumping his chest...

The cosmos rule here, orders them all out of chaos
Pocahontas don't have shit on this people, I promise
They're placid and open, grown from ashes of omen
Welcome to their home. Welcome to planet ocean
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