| Steal the flame — The field is burning in night
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| From the fire — Glowing in a world forgotten
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| Steal the seed — We are beings of no peace
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| From the root — Barren earth left beneath
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| The invisible terror, a thunder of hooves grows nearer, but far enough to close
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| your eyes, forget this world you left behind, and breathe in its dying breath
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| Thread the needle, tighten the rope, let this world, bleeding from the center
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| Witness the movement of our soul turning away, turning in dissent,
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| endure this sorrow, and glimpse this end
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| We are speaking, but are you listening?
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| The crusher of the seed, brings emptiness
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| (At the moment of death, at the moment of the face of destruction,
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| the sky’s righteous know no vengeance that comes with full direction…)
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| Will another word be uttered?
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| Or this pain, this everlasting silence?
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| Sheltered in everlasting swathes of night, limbs over limbs, towards the within,
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| within worlds forgotten |