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You see the enforcements in the far

Feels like there's nothing to hold on, that this struggle is not yours

And it's lost since long before

The path once clear now remains in fog

Idolatry flanks once flowery paths

Automatically inherited from dark, sterile times

There's sand on poets eyes and mud covers graves

Of who defied sense and perception

In spinning revolutions

Clear your sight as what you know

Doesn't match the tales you're told

The temptation of the souls

Is meaningless to the starry messages

Give a sound to your hidden scream

And a shape to what you can't think

‘Till the last moment

Your endeavor moves on

You will be free

A harmony of the worlds is palpable in your eyes

Like a masterpiece of light

Outshines the darkest shadows

The fog just makes a candle in the dark brighter

Clear your sight as what you know

Doesn't match the tales we're told

The temptation of the souls

Is meaningless to the starry messenger

Till the last moment of breath

Your endeavor move towards death

Tiny piece of stardust

You will remain free