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O’ King

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Thu, 15 Oct 2009 at 09:20pm

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Ants we birth, ants we work, Together modest - Caught and weak. But you forget, we do not rest. And when you do, We plan, we creep. We build your church , Then kneel by pews. Elbow deep in mud we crawl This is how we’ve lived for you - Through rusted bars Your lease - Our throe. But you do sleep And all the while From blazoned stars; We paint our eve - Your cold sky stippled with our smile. Then, is framed - Your throe, our dream - Beneath plane earth Your sodden gold No labour at the cost of hell So in with new! And out with old We reap but pain O’ King, sleep well.