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Whispers of the Ancients
Whispers of the ancients, doing what I must while having patience.
Testing the forces with all of it's maintenance, just a menace in the world showing the penance.
Vengeance of the chaos that it has ridden, less mentioned intentions for actions intended.
Yet mended for I have ascended, nothing left that I haven't admit.
Gifted in the light despite the barriers in sight, breaking the realms of reality with all of my might.
Only insight of my future, visions quite peculiar of the motion to get there.
I'm here in the body of flesh, mesh of the elements to conform to the rest.
Blend in to the world around me, yet known for the serpent inside to be.
Speaking words of what I see in visions of my own sanity, not to be confused with this worldly vanity.
To know what is real, who will love you, or would kill, rape, or steal.
People asking is this reality real, yet understand little to what they feel.
To question yourself if you will have your last meal, die alone, or seeing blood spill.
Living in thrill of what they believe is right, because they want to live within their own blight.
Corruption of their mind, granted by what they believe yet only to be blind.
Wondering what is the voice in the darkness, yet only if they would step inside.
Shadow within the light, come to listen as there is no reason to hide.
