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The inherent plague of a place you don't know

A built in dynamic ground that constantly moves

has evolved through a series of events from far before

Culmination stands as the threshold to see its light

The origin of a once tainted pool

has cleared the way for another

A cycle pushed to a new natural order

Wisdom now serving its purpose

Time and time again until the passing day

Sands, made separated just to be joined

Spores spreading in the same repetitive manner

Landing the very same purpose

Come knowledge and the faintest of weeds will grow

and the long dead hollow trees begin to bear fruit

Spokes created to fit several needs

yet there's only a single wheel for many

For one will many others wills shall gather

Its face will always carry the mark of the penitent

bearing a complexion presented in pale

conducting the laws of hood

This foundation stands below one throne

So lift your idols high, high for him to see

and prove your worth collective, give birth

to the growing core of cowerdise

A passive cause has always served the extinct

Living life is not meant to be a compulsion

Drop your pity and fucking roses for dead

The blaze of wrath will always do the talking

For one will many others wills shall gather

Its face will always carry the mark of the penitent

Innate of the black leech is here

when welcoming the second wave...

In lush darkness he moves before you

Like the pioneers had done before him

he uncovers the piece that was unknown

and carves the final symbol into the stone