Face carved of stone,
Hard, rough, impassive
Eyes of rock
Blank, unseeing
Watching over all
in ignorance.
Your movements are stiff
Those of stone grinding against stone.
Your face is a twisted mask
of hate and horror.
You primp and pose as does
a bird of paradise
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