Tunes in my head: Cracklin' Rosie by Phish
Atmosphere: Sore, worried
uncle rift part two
he was on his way to see the king
and didn't see the man sinking
under the weight of his armour
it was such a worthless sign of valour
enlightened by the sight of the grail
uncle rift was not one to have failed
to grabble and to spangle the everlasting splendour
of blood spilled from others of machines vendor
he raised his sword in ways magnificently outlined
by sunlight and rocks, shaped like feline
and cut through the wilderness' jungle
like a mushroom and it's fungle
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