A Twisted Pair

Don't ask me why I always pair these two together, but they just sort of came into existence at the same time, and so I leave them as a pair, even though they have nothing to do with each other.

Tear cork, 'er pouring overflows
A flood of forty days
Wash out, we hopeless from our homes
And quell our common flames
The lions claws made dull and neat
Deep sour hibernation
Another beast awakes for meat
From boiling acclimation
Oh liquid night, oh prison glass
Take mind, and touch, and sight
For senses show us only past
When all we seek is light


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The hand that feeds is not alone
You modern dogs of war
One holds the leash and takes the bone
As seen in days before

So live in kenneled chains of fear
And beg for every scrap
But let them not between your ears
Our you'll fall in their trap

Devour every scroll of text
And read 'tween every line
For they can keep you tethered
But they cannot leash your mind