| I stand in the center of the summit sphere
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| I wait for the sound of the clouted bell — the warning sign
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| This vagueness has not been named
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| Yet I see hands which testify the vow
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| Exposing the uncalled, unknown and unsettled
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| My destinies marked!
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| I confirm vigor of the Wise by stealth
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| With this spell, non-foul, creating combustion
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| I form the glow
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| Of the Oath, circles are blood and birth renewed
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| How keen the free star prevails — a strike of thrust
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| I forever reach
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| I seek doubled chains of Orgia’s durableness!
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| I’m told by the garlanded that Atu and Tiphareth…
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| I’m told by the conquering they remain introducing:
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| The mentors of the Above
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| The forgers that speak Below
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| The savants of the Numbers
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| The solders of the Circuits
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| I’m
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| Aeons tenable
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| Mark my words
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| Of the oath
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| Seven
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| I’m
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| Treasures to the stone
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| Hear my lead
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| In the oath
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| Seven |