| Tale of Oldstones | - Tale of Oldstones
- Tale of Oldstones: 'Twas once a farmer lived in the muck,
Sowed a sacred field to change his luck,
Never once asked the land its blessing,
Oh nature’s wrath was quite distressing, - Not too dire or light--it's a grim fairy tale that parents might tell to their children
- Tale of Oldstones: From his seeds sprouted dust and hunger,
Beast and root tore his house asunder,
So it is even now we must bleed,
To right the wrong of that farmer’s greed.
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