| Before the Great Burning, before the wars
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| A time of nothing, but hills and shores
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| The smoke of cities, and fields of rye
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| No eyes or voices beyond the sky
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| Believers roamed from town to town
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| They spied every baby born, up and down
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| Scouring the land for a child to use
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| And ponderous, esoteric clues
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| A crumbling black city, an outcast found
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| Father a monster, mother under the ground
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| A beggar, a mongrel, a boy with no shoes
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| He fell to their hands to cage and abuse
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| And lo! |
| in the month of darkness
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| And lo! |
| his name destroyed
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| And lo! |
| he still whispers in silence
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| And lo! |
| he went into the void
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| They were drawn to a light, a waning gray
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| His face was blank he had nothing to say
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| He watched and waited, they painted his eyes
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| They colored his clothing with pigments and dyes
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| They found a path away from the light
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| To an ancient tree withered by blight
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| A sacred altar, encircled in stones
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| Twin blades of bronze, sharpened on bones
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| And lo! |
| in the month of darkness
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| And lo! |
| his name destroyed
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| And lo! |
| he still whispers in silence
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| And lo! |
| he went into the void
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| In the Month of Darkness, seasons destroyed
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| A ritual killing bound his spirit to the Void
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| Eyes drained of color, the beggar no more
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| To become what the Believers waited for
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| They set him outside, beyond the spheres
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| Quiet as the night, long like the years
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| He opened his eyes, as black as a dream
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| Trying to speak, his only words a scream
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| And lo! |
| in the month of darkness
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| And lo! |
| his name destroyed
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| And lo! |
| he still whispers in silence
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| And lo! |
| he went into the void |