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The Ancient Spear

Earth’s Spear jutting
Forever cutting
As painting the Earth
Giving eternal worth.

Giving the Agent of life
These spires ring loud
Keeping me from the afterlife
Yet keeping me endowed.

With your surface jagged
Your eyes dragged
Yet your breath endowing
With you forever plowing.

Great Sedentary Elder,
I think you for life ever hallow.
You the original wood welder,
May you never be shallow.


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