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Solution 45 For Aeons Past

of my own innovation To the screaming end Of what has always been Whenever the dying is calling I will go To last reasons jagged edge Now I know for

Us all together Without us knowing Our nexus By this we stand parted We challenge What we do not know These mindless masses Will now take us For a journey

I am the one That hides in flame and fire Who takes you under And brings you in When the silence is all No day before night The burning plains Are my

me Push the past away Down here alone Not to return here I will be Holding on to something Turn away from all A life now concealed for me What has been

Incisive burns Of the dark Ruins Laid in without cause Sourceless call For silence Self-supporting fear unaware abidance Firm like ropes of sand Past that go for