• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 12
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Sweet pyramid

The walnut whip of destiny stood petrified, but why?
Petrified by futures past, as well as prophecy.
Whilst wondering 'would the future last?'
onlookers too were quizzical.
They really could not believe their ears,
the walnut whip was fallible.
They shouted loudly, there were tears
They bemoaned the metaphysical.
Galvanised in panic they all began to dance,
whilst gyrating, the populace all agreed;
they'd give the sweet meat one more chance
before they changed their creed.