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I've seen their eyes

Close with the light

Over waves of...

I've seen their lives end before, over again

Where is the key granted by the sleeping king?

I hear a voice, but there's never any semblance

Of the message written on the walls of the well

I can hear the twisted readings ring within me

But who speaks to me?

And whose tongue dared betray the highest?

He must attest to this, the throne stripped of essence

I walk through the garden, as the grass wraps around my feet

It drains the body and the blood

Stripping vigor and hunger in entirety

You are pertinence, and if I fall into the earth

Please promise this world the body and the blood

Weaving through the trees, sprinting intensely away

From this grisly continuum

Yearning to open the gates

Before the rain floods thy kingdom

The throne room waits and crumbles

The clock spins rapidly

I must pull from the scrolls

And ignite the flame of the conscious ones

A tool to wind the hands of time

To a raging halt

I walk through the garden, as the grass wraps around my feet

It drains the body and the blood

Stripping vigor and hunger in entirety

You are pertinence, and if I fall into the earth

Please promise this world the body and the blood

Please promise them, that I will not go to waste

My body, blood, and teeth shall feed

Nourish this world and blanket the underworld

Permit there no wickedness upon any tree

He who grants eloquence to the worms

Pays forth every life indebted to the whole of the congregation

Not another passage escapes the horde

For it has been woven into their bellies

The malady that sang this world to sleep