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in darkness eternal
under the shining land
visions of forever
keep tearing into me
there was a river
a land of joy
lush and vibrant, once
a people of joy
gazing into the void
learning the first spark
a people of order
crafting for the void
smithing the second spark
a people twisted
pulling from the void
merging with the third spark
a people brightless
voiding the forbidden
servants for the spark
the spark requests
and the machine delivers
the spark requests
and the order twists
the spark requests
and another voice, silenced
in brightness
under the sparkling land
visions of temporality
keep tearing into me
an oath intermittent
a shineless star
a servant
an oath forgone
a starless shine
the servant
in darkness
under the shineless land
visions of forever
keep tearing into me
a tear
in the tearing darkness
a teared veil
to keep the tearing at bay
a prophet woken
under the eternal skies
a people bound
for a service
a people pleading
for a relief
a prophet leading
towards the thief
the thief of meaning
a friend
the people pleading
for relief
a gift of heaving
for the pleaders
the thief of meaning
not bestower of relief
the heaving people
frayedness their virtue
the burning of meaning
a task progressing
a hefty progression
their meaning
a taskless evening
their relief
the meaning becomes
a progression
the heaving becomes
their symbol
a cry of warnings
from their neighbours
a signal for wariness
from their peers
the warnings forgotten
grand lifting to sky
the safeties foregone
grand heaving becomes
the heaving for purpose
past meanings forgotten
for their purpose is clear
the heaving to sky
the spark stands alone
amongst the eternal sky
the people keep heaving for
meaning amongst the eternal sky
for a time
there were options
for a people
there were choices
in the end
service was chosen
in the end
service never forgotten
in the end
constraints forgotten
in the end
man's purpose forgotten
in the end
relief never gotten
in the end
an ending of tales
by the ender of tales
a crossroad of fates
is the ender of tales
the heaving people
lifting towards the sky
a people of heavers
who never ceased
and then they were ceased
by the ender of tales
