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The Counterpane by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

Why do I keep on trying

When every day I'm failing?

As each week passes

I miss every target.

Every year is just the same

I never win the game.

Why do I keep losing

In a world that's so confusing?

Never past the post,

My dreams are simply ghosts.

And yet I keep on trying

The facts I'm still denying.

What gives me such resolve?

This puzzle I cannot solve.

Maybe I've a super power,

As each season I re-flower.

Maybe I will grow

From all these seeds I sow.

Perhaps I am not failing,

Maybe I am gaining,

Maybe I am blind,

And the treasure lays behind.

A life that's filled with gold

Hidden in the folds

Of the counterpanes

Of old.

Birth of Adom Song Lyrics by Tale Teller Club

📜 Lyrics: Birth of Adom – Tale Teller Club

A transmission from the Immersion Archives.
Words written against the Machine, set to sound and vision.

The earth learned the tune
Of a reckoning fugue
As kings and queens puppeteered
For the white and wealthy
The young and healthy
Only the good people cried
Man on man wrestled
With icons and loins
And the shimmering coins
Of ownership
Whilst happiness slipped
And the rape of God's children
Made death taste better than living
The drugs killed the pain
Till it started again
Sorrow trickled like blood
From the underclasses
While a white pulsating pupae
Smoked cigars on the hill
And spunked at the thrill of his slaves
Who played to the tune
Of the reckoning fugue
It was the energies of past
That fused an event
Of course, life works this way
It was atoms and emotions
On a collisions course
That caused a fireball
On that fateful day
She came like acid rain
Like burning flame
Like black tar
From the quagmire
A heroine not seen
Before the wars began
It was at this moment
That the earth stood still
She picked her time
Came at will
An oil slick
So hard and fast
From sand to glass
Here then gone
Dulled then shone

The birth of Adom

Her rage in hand
Brave anger like a man's
She walked the earth

Resist Disrupt Persist
The others cowered at her feet
So meek she laughed
They cried
Then burned
In the turbulence
Of violence
Spawned from their own desires
A wild fire spreading
Her touch so harsh
Chipping ice with a butter knife
No fuss no trail
Just shadows
Pain remained as memories
For the chosen few
Those who knew
The power of anger

And then they rose

released on Bandcamp August 18, 2025

Written, edited and performed by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA (iServalan)

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Duality

She stared at me,

From the sharpness

of the mirror.

Eyes black,

saddened by

a life of cruel turns.

Her edges were blurred

by the echoes of herself.

The reflection reached out

begging to be touched

to be held as a mother would hold.

Always there.

These eyes!

following her everywhere she went.

A shadowed face

that wasn't quite her own.

One line cuts through

the center of everything,

she mused.

A boundary where

light and darkness

merge and pull apart.

Where truth whispers

in riddles to its opposite.

Between the black

and the white,

a world unfolds

where form distorts.

but meaning deepens.

Where each angle

is a doorway to another

unseen reality.

Each half of her held

a piece of the whole,

a figure drawn

to both sides

a singularity

caught in the paradox

of existing

everywhere

and nowhere

all at once.

Two faces,

one gaze

a dance in contrast,

a secret held

in the delicate

balance of what is

what was

and what might be

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