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SPELL: prelude

where does it hide, the modern thief?
our body scarred is now their fief
in stock exchanges, in market trends
virtual lands and virtual rents
a drop of laugh in life so brief
a brutal torrent of rage and grief
the spectre rises we dance in fire
to wane your power and your desire
feel inside the scorching smoke
a saving tempest in us awoke
feel inside a bloodless heart
my swifter word a magic dart
you waged on us a war so cruel
you killed our kin to get a jewel
if future children you try to sell
forever more we’ll sing our spell


Speculative invocation among witches and landless proletariats.
Corresponding Weave pattern and small world plant networks possibly emerging now.
Consider using weave pattern as noise into Machine Learning image recognition algorithms.