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None of these souls are free from this burden

A shrouded fog enslaves them to a frail perception

They come as one to this golden haven

As Night and Day becomes a distant memory

The choir sings in unison suffering

As the heat melts these walls with its igneous melody

I stand restrained by the chains on my hands

And the light that once guided me

Is cursing my path to liberation

A thunderous roar to appease the herd

Unsheathed sword to enliven my spirit

Will this cathedral be my sepulcre?

Will this blight consume my sanity?

I crawled through the path of the saints

Shall I perish as the light shineth in my anguish?

I have conquered the spectrum of light

And I have witnessed the horrors of the dark

A puppet in the hands of the Gods

Now I am the One