| «Disperse my seed that my minions may gather
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| Beneath sylvan umbrage my own shadow will grow.»
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| So rose and spoke the stygian flora
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| «You shall be the prophet of my upheaval
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| You shall be my sword.»
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| «Await the time of Sagittarius to unsheath your spade
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| By your hand, terminal clusters propagate
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| From your ardor shall bloom my doom.»
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| «From the soil my reign shall grow
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| From your toil my brethren shall rise
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| To reclaim the earth shall you serve me
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| And reap your reward.»
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| «For yours shall be the final effacement of mankind
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| Not in death shall you end
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| But in transmuted life eternal
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| Incorporated into the Chlorophyllic Continuum
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| Shall you live on evermore.»
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| I am yours, pentatheric master
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| Your germination is my task
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| May your red plantae legions
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| Sow the seed of the Budding Dawn
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| Tearing down the human presence
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| Uprooting their destructive ways
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| Your dominion will I engineer
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| May flora again reign supreme |