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No man knows his true descent

Nor the meaning of life either

Supreme orichalcum oracle

How could they even understand thee?

Further north, beyond ice and death

We’ve triumphed - We’ve found rejoice

We know the path after thousands of years

With fervent blood as the only guide

We’ve reached the way out of this maze

Where everything was turned

Made in image and likeness?

Proud of being a copy? An imperfection?

A plagiarism of a cruel real world?

The bodily itself is not real

The sacred sign appears only before its sons

Of brave spirit and vajra bodies.

The vimāna shall elevate us…

Eternally beyond, away from an empty and soulless world…

Condemned to blindness - Under a cloak of light.