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I come to you at the edge of time to restore the life

I have crippled in my self serving quest for vengeance

Incalculable disdain

For the one who holds thine rusted keys

What is it that I've done

Transformed a breathing meadow into that wasteland

In which I have sat in my dreams

It rose yellow with the sun and green with it’s stay

The fields held the brightest of days and blackest of nights

The land where life flourished without poison

Without pain

The echoes of crying mothers now spit back in vain

Will you hear me as I lay out the scripts of misshapen benevolence

Forever lost

You could never understand the weight of loss that haunts the soil

Into the trees and down the canyons

Hear the young weep to return home

Hear the mothers cry into the sky

Hear the fathers howl through the trees

Hear the kings scream for their land

Chant for blood

The blood of the ram

The blood that will return the fur to the grass

To the hills and to the mountain tops

Where the birds may fly once again

Where the lions may reign and deer sleep silent in flora

Rise forth into your home, for it is done

Reclaim your land and reap immortality from thy flesh

Born of dying fear

I still wait for the sun