Primeval Pawn
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The rains of October were gentle Seasoning the ground with entity Holding shade in the clouds Producing a primeval enemy Violent December tore at the earth Leaving ruin and rot Torrid and seeking for releif Begging to taste a life not yet bought March became the season of freedom A shallow puddle for play Keeping dry all the reasons Soon victim of shrivel and decay A tree strong, courageous and wethered Raised in the eye of a storm A cross to which many would be tethered Tugging lucidly at the disconsolate thorns Dissipating, shadowed by indecision Neglected, forsaken without care The intity raised by thunder's provision Screamed to its martyrs beware October's rains were oblivious To the primeval enemy's quest December's violence uncapable For abolition of the final test March becomes the season of payment Burdens shamed and withdrawn Sold to the world endless entertainment The soul is a king this life's just a pawn

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