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Recurrent cycle of thousands of the same faces

Blinding, and driving to the men's madness

This skull, so carefully manufactered

Draws the mind so far...

In it's spherical reflection

Of a distant soil, a foreign light

Pushed among the stars

To see the yet unknown

Visions of a distant world

A birth, and wars...

Far in time, but not in space

Floating in the unhappened...

Wielding the bone, drenched in knowledge as it manifests it's own will

Artifact of unknown origin, reflecting the soil of the moon

Scorching our minds, forcing the events

Moon Carved Skull