| I am buried in blackened soil under this temple. |
| Existing beneath a crown and
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| bone
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| I have drunk blood from this chalice and now I carry ten thousand years
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| The weight is crushing my spine. |
| A carrier, while waves are crashing,
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| breaking me, breaking my body
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| As long as blood flows through my veins I am bound to servitude
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| Bound to an existence buried beneath the richest soil
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| To remain while the temple grows around me
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| Below this temple is my body, inside is a vast forest of energy,
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| and above is the stars
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| In dreams, I am lifted through the soil and into the warmth and life of the
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| forest
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| In dreams, I am existing weightless, drifting over stars through a silent
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| vortex and over gods |