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1

Once upon the time I was traveling,

Burthened with a Task. Sad’n’aweary.

The Gloaming inside of me deepened with my ache.

No one can be free, and no one can succeed against.

2

Have you seen my childhood?

Time, when I was just myself!

When I had no bounds!

When I really dwelt and felt!

3

Traceries are painting the Sky.

I have no brines in my orbs to cry,

Have no stay.

I’m wandering like a fenceless fetch,

Trying quietude to find and catch.

I am a stray.

4

Moonlight mesmerizing me.

My emotions turn into Stone Rill,

Hyaline in.

5

Stone Rill is unique. It controls Beings.

Everyone sees what they want to see.

Sensitive ones hear the water’s babbling.

For the others it is stone debris.

6

Nascent cogitation scare.

I am, unmurmuring, pursuing my fare

Via my being.

7

BLACK BROTHERHOOD:

My playthings - quite docile.

Obey me like a sheep flock.

Each action - just self-wile.

And even

Life given them as a taunt.

7 sub

I heard, but couldn’t behold

The Waves of dole.

Stone flowed,

And it were charming tears,

I couldn’t sob with.

Solo: Frailty Of Substance.

8

And every time that we return,

We do forget preceding lives.

And water turns into dead stone.

Get back your haze and sightless eyes.

9

Doomed Nous’ sigh.

Eyesight always lies.