The Invuhlid Behemoth - The Engineer

The psychic engineer
Surveying crevices, between my ears
Is hesitant
To move on breaking ground

The bedrock there is volatile
Weary, worn and shaken soil
I confess
I see his point of view

The weather there is turbulent
Neurologic north-eastern winds
Stir about
Unbridled, nervous wrath

Can you see the mountains?
From your place on the plains
The plains

Cultural fictions
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Foundations they are compromised
Your permit is denied

The locals are uneasy too
I wouldn't waste your time

I'm afraid for everything
Falling down, collapsing
I am always panicking
I'm afraid for everything

The engineer he packs his things
Ready to depart
Standing by his judgments
A credit to his art

A credit to his art
Oh a credit to his art

Written by:
Jordan Miles

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