The Spell of Equity

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By the spider catching flies

At the rising of the tides

By the chrysalis that blooms

At the passing of the moons

All the poison in my vein

I give back to whence it came.

I don’t need

The mirror black

So you can have that back.

I don’t want

Your inner voice

Commenting every choice

It said nothing

Worth a say

I will send it back your way

Your image,

Carved in rock

I should have

Never bought.

Seed so light

When it was new

Now taking half

My CPU.

I’ll give it back to you.

And then this gun

Against my chest,

That has 5 bullets left

Just in case

I dare again

Burden others with my pain.

Guilty, yes,

But nonetheless

Entitled to my reign.

If every darkness

Has it’s light

There’s so much mine to claim.

Whatever else is up my sleeve

This lead is yours to take

To where you take things when you leave.

By the sickle of the moon

Before the black, after the bloom

All the poison in my dream

Will go flowing up the stream.

By the lighting dragon-fly

Gliding over tides of time

One foot pushing me forward

While pushing the ground back.