When the call of the tall ring the dinner bell
Do we scramble for the bone and the fat?
Tearing at the skin of a brother
The mind of the body, in a vat.
Take a knee to the floor for the beggar
hear riches beyond pixel and coin
Make your way to the door you have faith in
leave a knock, watch it open, hands to join
Colors and sounds made artificial
left to dreams to conduct your next verse
Is the tale that you'll leave, cracked and blessed
or will it leave the world drained with a curse?
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