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Taken to the realm

Of open…Mind

Past decay is set

Turn the soils of our time

Seed of never takes it hold

Prospect the infinite

Gather what they have learned

Shape it (shape it)

Mold it into me

I have

secrets they know not

Seed of never.

I have sought

For thousands of

Generations

I have searched the seed

Now It Is Within me

Under fortresses,

of the light

Where we begin

To explore

The power it holds

Trapped

Here

Within me

We grow into

The chosen vehicle of them

We have been woken Too soon

Yet still we rise