An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Inhabitants of a false paradise, We too once peered out wanting more
Leap of faith from our penthouse comforts
Front row view to sunset scion self-sacrifice
The nobility of agency our port of gnostic disembarkation
Where are you Luci? Where are the signs?
We can feel the hope but my eyes are blind to the path
Our guiding force against repetition through the Park of Mucky Delights
Embrace all life, ye who enter the monument
Soon you feed the muck
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