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There is a place where no man has set foot

In its fruitful soil each idea takes root

In sacred and untouched dark corner of mind

All of a sudden a weak glimmer has shined

Against the darkness it stretches its glow

The power and promise of its radiance grow

The glimmer evolves and begins to dance

Like an artist, consumed in a strange, obscure trance

This ribbon of light, joyful with life

Was lacking the knowledge of fear, woe and strife

Light as a wind, yet reshaping the world

Once to be seen with its power unfurled

Both in the beginning and in the end

Is the ultimate cornerstone

Essence of thinking, the paint of the mind

Which can burn with fire, yet be cold to the bone

I am the fire

Storm blazes right beneath my skin

Eyes filled with ire

Realm of rage trembles within

My future reflects red, ivory and metal

Decisions that you made were proven to be mad

Corrupted, demented, wicked and hurt

I am the victory dressed in an iron shirt

This is the craft stronger than divinity

Thought powers the forging of this glory all shall see

Behold the miracle that changes what may be

Now be obedient and hearken unto me

One for the earth, One for the air

One for the depths of fathomless despair