Theia's Mammon: The Confessions of Ruxha Fo-Rakhundra
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(The Ruxha confessions threw the end of the Water War into disarray, delaying restoration processes within Brunian maintained territories. Ruxha Fo-Rakhundra was a Gottian artillerist and former-student of the distinguished Prof. I'sh Llosa, co-discoverer of Skonispheric Water. Ruxha credited his O-addiction as the reason for his explusion. Shortly after the war began, he joined the effort to repel hostile Brunian forces along Sha's Line. He became a very skilled artillerist, specializing in long-range O-bomb defensive tactics. Disillusioned and increasingly dependent on oxygen, Ruxha escaped into enemy territory with classified information that allowed Brunian forces to prolong re-construction efforts. Shortly after he escaped he took a lethal amount of oxygen, and by the time of his confession, Ruxha was only minimally conscious. His words have been transcribed from the original recording.)
I
Who threw chunks of poison,
draped acordingly,
into open breasts,
harrowed calls for death and ooze,
and unrest?
II
The great I'sh Llosa (Sar's Kin),
freed of debt, run and ruined O,
[That is, oxygen]
like quarried pests, to be
caught in Skoni's net:
a burden brought by Brunehead &
wrought with dead.
III
Sko knew his words would carry, why
shout when whispers work?
[And there was a price per Theian head (
a drop of H20 in your CH4 pool
{to make much O
})]
IV
"I've heard they store it in their bodies,"
said the populace, rubbing hands to dirt floor,
"or throw it to the left for luck."
Eyes on a keyhole stripped and struck,
Sko sells the Gottshead
-yet there is hunger-
and you find his picture propagated ceaselessly.
V
Who is the one who wakes the dead?
Gottshead! Gottshead! Gottshead!
VI
And in that year, I'sh lightens loads,
a rumble reared in glassed threads
thieves of fortune, Sko of old
masticated means to ends.
VII
Strike folly when the cell is full!
Strike army, pebbled sea!
Ruxha, roused from memory, is me.
And burned in white - pure white -
the image of our Skoni's life
(granted
there is more but we
daughters of such mercy
fight).
VIII
Whose mind is sojourn?
Llosa is our city's mind.
Dust combed taxonomically, sifted.
Facts lifted from the daily grind
(Ish's wish list) was
all in kind.
IX
"What more is mined is mine and
let not those who cry foul get allowance
for their time."
X
Sko is Llosa, Llosa's Sko
throw thy bombs of heavy O
o'er the mountains, heigh and ho
to warm our hearts in after-glow.
XI
That was its product, not water
(but water works [more than methane])
Strike fire in the furnace! (Heigh!)
Our progress, and its noose -
a fuselage made useless too.
You see it? You see it, don't you?
I came to you in shackles and
then THIS IS WHAT YOU DO???)
XII
[Inaudible glossolalia]
XIII
Throw carriage on the cradle.
Throw child to the cold (for they are fodder,
coffin'd daughters, slaughtered sons
of this new world.
XIV
Where go when methane gone?
"To war, of course."
What then if we don't win?
"Then mend our sores."
XV
And,
I'll tell you, [I say I'll tell you and so I will] -
there's no need for prodding
//verbal or physical//
pierced on Oro's spear
or
taken like Adairn -
-quick-
XVI
There was no revolution, only tinkerers,
(despite Sko's blaterings to the contrary),
,,,quiet in their coats
and sprayed with failed attempts.
no coup, heightened voices, but
blunderers of favour,
savourers of fame and
error, - ought
not
they be
praised
for
bearing te-
nors
for
their
cun-
ing?
XVII
But,
for blame is infinitely sliced,
who lies at water's edge?
[And,
by this I mean who
carved this branch
of science? who
sculpts new forms
in rock?]
And what wealth did Belbrune squander
that he sought fortune in another?
(and with a strength that did not match his words)
XVIII
Aforesaid: Sko,
pantomiming Head,
Gott daguerreotype in robe,
descends and rips his foes to shreads,
vaulted by cheers [I admit, I rose w/ the others],
and switching clothes (dark colours, full & rich), he rests and watches ruins.
XIX
Any option buried grey among the graves,
long bellow in journalistic swill
(froth put forth),
parched methane mouths,
hypertonic lips pursed and
wallow - empty cask
grasps
at a bit of bread.
XX
[I] know yr penchant for killing,
look at Pulul
-Was it the same cage?
same brimmed building
[Same] Oroist ways?
XXI
"Die! Brunehead!"
from a balcony of prose
[while Gott
to heir
to Head]
calls nationalistically for truce.
(this was long ago - before the fall,
before Belbrune broke ranks, donned true calling:
professional inheritor)
XXII
...hunkered inward to the tip,
but how long will
muscles clench before they loosen
long fibrils like
loadless tethers whipping Skoni's
eye.
XXIII
Then,
war for water,
I'sh meniscus,
low note on a long harp, thumb bow tap.
Sko: "We want fairness! Not War!"
XXIV
Many hid in the mountains, layered dead in cliff cracks,
hid from the fire of O-Bomb attacks
(until [we] bombed there too), no mishaps.
[I said 10% chance of hit -
they said "shoot ten!"]
And New Pan Sun fell.
XXV
And Belbrune died without sorakin.
And Belbrunians shivered and paid up.
And Sko, inchoate, "Gottian justice reigns!"
(while Sha Plains scrubs its painful stains).
XXVI
Left snuck in a chute bore,
cap grunge for a pip pot.
Ma' La-Ben, Ma' La-Ben, quiet in his digging,
said:
"horrors grow in the dark"
and met every last Theian to explain his pits.
How do you hide a horror?
Brunehead: "more pits".
Gott: "dig the dirt side".
XXVII
2H20 -> 2H2 + 02
2H+ + 2e- -> H2
2H20 -> 02 + 4H+ + 4e-
2H20 + 2e- -> H2 +2OH-
4OH- -> 02 + 2H20 + 4e-
2H20 -> 2H2 + 02
XXVIII
Rather than,
CH4 + H20 [lots of this] -> CO + 3H2
C0 + H20 -> CO2 + H2
XXIX
Made easier than Brunhead (that is, Sn.) thought
(and he should have known better
[what's a little electrolysis when you're ripping shit from the sky?
{Brunehead's
<that is, Jr.'s>
fault}
]
)
XXX
But it hit I'sh.
And Sko knew there was a power<
and lost no time bloviating<
shrill cries at first<
, then,
giddy,
terrified to stupor when he smelled sour air (
and the Brunes were near, knocking like they were
only fist).
XXXI
Sko was careful too,
knew how to lie,
and asked for $$$
up front,
defying 800 yrs of submission,
demanded he be paid for his thieving.
XXXII
What else have I to bring?
I worked with Llosa [This is to be read in full voice]
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