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letra de the prospector - edward scissortongue & lamplighter

he was woken at the break of dawn daily by the force of a light skim
and the sense that something was dying inside him
the first headline of the worst kept liar read:

“you my friend have many lessons to learn”
so he wrestled out the pharmaceutical blur
left his mistress in his cabin set to boot in the machines in the cold day
the hum of that synthetic purr
pneumatics tunnelling dirt
priceless minerals peppered the earth
every single morning the richness of his vanishing world grew more distorted and blurred
cuboid and pixelated
eyeb-lls foggy blink blinking on the maps that he sketched of all the tunnels he worked
a prophet of sorts
the king of the serfs
mud portraits covered in dirt
the prospector
son of the gold mines
son of the earth
work working where the bullion lurked
rapturous the bell toll
shrillings of a copper leaf
bigger than the sum of any honest evil
he’d left his family behind every second in his mind they were running through a summer sequel
fuzzy apparitions of a cold transit
grey scale colours in this cold language
rubble deep on this war torn sh-r- line
war crimes rife in the plunder in a gold gambits
hunting for the shimmers in a pitch black pit map
he would make every move more precise
engage repeat
vessels on a setting moon
one shimmer shallow in the melee of the diesel fumes giving room
the brightest brashest omnipresence
that suffocated every person present in the belly of this warm globe
was never called to question
he grasped it tightly cause heaven was his cargo
cogs stopped grinding and the rock fumes rising
every single worker felt the warmth of his discovery
a once in a lifetime type find blinding (blinding)
the biggest jewel that man had ever seen

grey meridian
great giver of life
pay your citizens
make us millions
we’ve been working all day, all night inside your mines providing

grey meridian
make us millions

he was woken by the sound of cycles in the silence
the second birth synthesising artificial bodies out of stasis
the data tanks were running at their optimum pace defrosting brain cells in the medbay of the sp-ceship
shimmers on a mystic cause stationed on a lunar base
a hundred metres shy of the most precious mine that man had made
his woman never made it
lifeless in suspension
life in his depression saw him weeping in a doctors arms
heart rate normalised
thought patterns scattered on another bleak -ssignment
war between the islands had the corporation frightened
turrets ripping day and night until the laser cannons settled scores of ultraviolence
water in the wires
lifelines coursing through the innards of the make-up of these automated pilots
futuristic miners
touring the terrain in metal mechanised suits in search of treasures in the silence
hybrids of man and machine laced a dna sweepstake
you could feel the metal entering through the adamantium keychain
phase one to see sp-ce differently
pneumatics drilling in deep sp-ce
a grey-stained team made of meat heads, ex-marines, villains and sea snakes
a sweepstake of criminals
keep safe your k!llers of peeps
break your fillings and teeth
take the tip of the tools
break your weak face
tools of the trade got the galaxy heated
production lines hunting the deep slate
greeted with occasional keepsakes
an igneous heatwave
to moon cross crumbling feet breaks
it’s doom-like these days
shimmering lakes of tranquillity
drank the lakes bare ’til the lakes are dead visibly
run the jewels under a hundred tools
cripple and crush the moon
slaving in caves of activity
scaffold the entrance and delve into stars
into parts unknown
every single one a savage on the path they chose
draining every pigment from the dark rainbow
and pick a pathway home

grey meridian
great giver of life
pay your citizens
make us millions
we’ve been working all day, all night inside your mines providing

grey meridian
make us millions

- edward scissortongue lamplighter

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