When was the day,
We were born out of shadows...
From the hollows of which we,
Came fourth into light of All.
What adds value to this illusion
if we cannot see its truths,
Veil after veil seeking to reach
the center of the Sun,
Trying to figure out how
to preserve the One.
Self.
Aware.
Some days we find heroes...
beyond the stones of immortals.
The songs of the silence share, wisdom's amongst her people.
Let not us be consumed,
the demons cry out for souls...
Re read the ancient riddles, scriptures scribed on
Dragons tongue.
Answers awaiting engraved in walls,
incantations of the neXt generation.
-LKCP2KXIII-
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