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They tried to speak with no language. |
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As astral equilibrium was standing |
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on a razor's edge once again an oracle |
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has been sent to the bounds. Resurrected |
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for uncountable times with a message |
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to leave. In machinery those who were |
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there before carved their names, in flesh |
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and blood the sound of the herd breeds |
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the race. They tried to teach us who |
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we are. On monolithic pillars life has |
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found the script of its own. How many |
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more to raise... How much space |
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to cross... How long will it last... |
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How much new branches will grow... |
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Is the truth hidden in endlessness? |
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Monolithic pillars, ten feet underground. |
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And so much more out there. Just |
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under our blind eyes. Like a book with |
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unknown words. Like thoughts without |
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logic. It was there and that was all. |
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We searched answers, but all we got |
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...was silence. |