╔════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ 🌽 THE PROVISION LEDGER 🌽 ║ ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 6.5 ║ THE FALL OF ELLSBORG ╚════════════════════════════════════╝ LEDGER ENTRY 5: Ellsborg Part IV ──────────────────────── 🌾 WITNESS: The Golden Farmer 🌽 PROVISION STATUS: Not provision. Harm given a boundary. 🌾 ACCOUNT: I saw Ellsborg opened by bomb and blade. The Hostess and the Clown did not wander into ruin; they came for the offices, robes, prayers, and bodies that kept the city feeding Giant mouths. This was not confusion. This was not rescue. This was destruction with a chosen target. I also saw the line drawn when the Clown’s hunger reached toward the children. The Hostess stopped him. That matters. It is something. But a spared child is not yet provided for, and a burning city is not a home. This was not provision. This was harm given a boundary. —The Golden Farmer ──────────────────────── 🌽 LEDGER MARK 🌽 A spared child is not provision when their city has been plundered. ============================================ [Start Verse 1: build up, female vocalist, hand claps] So this…. is… Ells-borg… Haahaahaaa!! Pretty spires, polished stone, holy little feeding zone. Chapel glass and marble walls, schoolyard gates and choir halls. This ain’t a prayer, it’s invoice day, I brought the bill! Its time to pay! Crazy kept my lungs in use, now crazy cuts the fuckin’ fuse. Tee-hee! Ha-ha! Tee-hee! Ha-ha! Bubblegum bomb. Stuck to brick. Red light blinks. The Black clock ticks. Priests can run. Priests can pray. Bomb goes boom anyway. Tee-hee! Ha-ha! Tee-hee! Ha-ha! [Chorus: Layered harmonies, angry, manic, obscene, circus, dark choir ad libs, hand claps] Hear my laughter through the smoke, while your holy city chokes. —We’ll watch you choke! choke! choke! You built your church to feed the sky, I lit the fuse and watched it die. —We’ll watch you fry! Robes hit stone and steeples fell, hear my laugh and welcome hell. Hahahahaahaaa! [Bridge: Clown, build up, evil, theatrical villain energy, male and female duet, hand claps] Priests go pale behind the glass, acolytes abandon Mass. Burning scrolls eat holy prayers, bodies roll down marble stairs. Hahahaha-hahaaahaaaa I press the scalpel where your chapel keeps its pulse. [male vocalist] Let the candles hit the floor. Let the choir hit the floor. Slice, slice, slice. [male vocalist] Let the false gods hit the floor. Let the priests hit the floor. Slice, slice, slice. No choir stands on this curssid land. No prayer can survive what’s in my hand. You fed the Giants stolen stars and called their hunger blessed. Now every prayer that fed the sky gets carved out of your chest. [male vocalist] I’ll break your ribs apart— and as Arthur once said: “I’ll hold your fucking heart.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (Tee-hee! Ha-ha! Tee-hee! Ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!) [Final Chorus: layered harmonies, angry, manic, obscene, circus, dark choir ad libs, male and female vocalist hand claps] Hear my laughter through the smoke, while your holy city chokes. —We’ll watch you choke! choke! choke! You built your church to feed the sky, I lit the fuse and watched it die. —We’ll watch you fry! Robes hit stone and steeples fell, hear my laugh and welcome hell. Hahahahaahaaa! [Outro: ominous, lament, piano ostinato] The Giants clapped while Ellsborg fell, they did not mourn their dinner bell. The Clown saw schools beyond the flame and whispered, “Scratch out every name.” Harley caught his wrist and hissed, “Not one kid goes on your list.”
