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The Tree And The SerpentA call to the Mother, mistress of the fall.A strange taste of other visions from another world. So, I look for my Father, I’m scared and all alone, alone. The steam and the sulphur rising from a distant hole. The tree and the serpent beckoning another whore. So, I call to my Father “When will you return?”. It’s the dawn of a future already told. And he holds on to the answers in a void. Fog in the distance, a tower made of stone. The words that guide us promise of a life reborn. So, I pray for my Brother whose face I can’t recall. It’s the dawn of a future already told. And he holds on to the answers in a void. I dream of thunder, I dream of rain and snow I grieve for Lunar, forever etched in stone. The journey we’ve taken is a sea of death and blood. It’s the dawn of a future already told. And he holds on to the answers in a void. |