Soul Flint
Monkey found that sack of cherry bombs.
Now it searches for flint to unleash upon...
Heading for the blackest forest of a rippled past
Shaking every leaf - every barking branch.
Knucklewalking into the pond's depths.
Spitting broken lilies from wettened lips.
No flint there either... monkey-fish!
Swimming in clouds, morphing to a murder of crows.
Talons piercing clouds-unleashing a rain so very cold.
Nothing there either, mad-monkey-crow...
You see I'm the keeper of the flint.
Stored deep in hidden catacombs.
I'll strike flint against cherry bomb.
When the sundial whispers it's time to blow.
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