tiny
follow the morning
climb up the vine
i may have nothing
but madness is mine
on a cloud, in a castle
the giant's asleep
golden eggs forming
upon the high-seat
my body so tiny
my mind is so small
where the harp is seen dancing
and singing a song
flour from bones
blood into wine
i may have nothing
but madness is mine
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a journey into madness..
a journey into madness.. normal people start out climbing the vine, but along the way they go mad, realizing there is no way to slay the giant, no way to get the golden eggs kept so high. he has traveled all that way, only to realize he will soon be crushed and gobbled up by the giant.. the one that rules the world. his trek was pointless, and in vain.