A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Parallax TV
Like a tree armed with needles
A sinister synergy of malice and growth
Affixed to the cable lining the sky
You keep the elements running through your ley lines
A sovereign distraction from the chorus of demons
There is
Nowhere but up
No chains but the rubber rope you have around your neck
Fearful and charged with electricity
Let them sing of revolution
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