Scarcity
Scarcity - III lyrics
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Where quiet penitents Meditate on impermanence And ethereal hands Guide mighty blades From point to point On the immanent plan Cut down by the billions Fates clipped from the firmament The cosmic scryer squints And narrows her augury The future a slum Your enclave the present Transience turns on all its old friends The heavens precipitate They do not forefend