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Think wise! Think catching your knowledge

But it's all around, it licks, and tastes

And denies itself by times

The spirit offended

The spirit that curves at the sight of the spirit

It all preys on, the pause offends

Still leftovers of a so-said cult legacy

Corrupted by the ancestors...

Feckless of being eternal...

The past is no more...

The past is death

Think having, think defending your turf

But once asleep, I will dance on your bones

The rhythm catches on, families loose their names

I balance, mashing the roots of the knowing

A laid-aside tale, a hero deserter

All waddling in the great feast of the error

Cuz the past is no more, the past is death