PIPER, PIPING
Having been baked in your Vicarene, I lost all
awareness of place and time : carnage and murder
meant nothing to me. The lost wages of sin, or
whatever that was I'd read in your viclactic book,
escaped me now. Looking around, I only saw clouds
and, from them, the distant birds in and out. My mind
had lost all sense of time. I wandered, aimless myself,
just as any one of those middling clouds. 'Piper, piping,
sing me wild, sing a song both fair and mild.'
awareness of place and time : carnage and murder
meant nothing to me. The lost wages of sin, or
whatever that was I'd read in your viclactic book,
escaped me now. Looking around, I only saw clouds
and, from them, the distant birds in and out. My mind
had lost all sense of time. I wandered, aimless myself,
just as any one of those middling clouds. 'Piper, piping,
sing me wild, sing a song both fair and mild.'
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