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| rdfs:label | - The Last Days of our Inheritance
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| rdfs:comment | - A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "We watched him approach from a league awayStaggering beneath the weight of all he heldIn his armsWe thought he wore a crown but when he came nearThe circlet was revealed as the skin of a serpentBiting its tailWe laughed and shared the carafe when he fellCheering as he climbed back uprightIn pleasing charmWe slowed into silence when he arrivedAnd saw for ourselves the burden he carriedKept from harmWe held stern in the face of his relieved smileAnd he said this fresh young world he had foundWas now oursWe looked on as if we were grand godsContemplating a host of undeserved giftsDrawing knivesBold with pride we cut free bloodied slicesAnd ate our fillWe saw him weep then when nothing was leftBacking away with eyes of pain and dismayArms fallingBut wolves will make
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| abstract | - A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "We watched him approach from a league awayStaggering beneath the weight of all he heldIn his armsWe thought he wore a crown but when he came nearThe circlet was revealed as the skin of a serpentBiting its tailWe laughed and shared the carafe when he fellCheering as he climbed back uprightIn pleasing charmWe slowed into silence when he arrivedAnd saw for ourselves the burden he carriedKept from harmWe held stern in the face of his relieved smileAnd he said this fresh young world he had foundWas now oursWe looked on as if we were grand godsContemplating a host of undeserved giftsDrawing knivesBold with pride we cut free bloodied slicesAnd ate our fillWe saw him weep then when nothing was leftBacking away with eyes of pain and dismayArms fallingBut wolves will make of any world a carcassWe simply replied with our natures revealedIn all innocenceWe proclaimed with zeal our humble purityThough now he turned away and did not hearAs the taste souredAnd the betrayal of poison crept into our limbsWe watched him walk away now a league maybe moreHis lonely marchHis mourning departure from our kindnessHis happy annihilation of our mindless selvesSnake-bit unto death" ―The Last Days of our InheritanceFisher kel Tath
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