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Burdened is the path betwixt flesh and stone Cold tendrils of the abyss latch unto fixations And rancour becomes the seed of despair Be warned For in that sleep of death Nightmares surely come to light When plunged forever into that pit of unveiled trepidations The only way through is a crawlway that winds Around chasms of your own design Now behold what lies beyond the threshold of our dreams The antechamber of all fates to be – Veritas There a host of fingers relentlessly entwines Daedal weaves and patterns, congealing into time One thread turns a man to a god One slaughter's a child in the womb By the pinch of a single strand, empires crumble In its coils I can see mankind's rise and fall Its eyes now shift in manifold Peering across the gloom, as if it knows When entia trespass upon This strange sanctum verging on the realms of naught As icy terror fills my heart I dive down, and crawl into an underpass Letras de cancionesEncroaching deep into the ruins Of this grand unearthly vestibule There is no way out No respite from decay My lot falls on declivous ways Where the strands of fate are undefined, congruity unwinds Inputs undetermined form a fractal path Helices of shapeless time as far as none can see Beyond this threshold yawns infinity Can a singular being such as I surmount this vast divide? Twists of never-ending shapes and thoughts to come Contemplating finitude at the brink of defeat I fail to notice, eyes have been watching me And I now meet its gaze As the Weaver turns my way "I seek not thine harm But my words do heed Beings lost in time Lie dormant in the weft of the weave" Slowly, one of many hands lifts my thread to reveal A tracing in the fractal, and as I observe, it speaks "Do not tread with hesitance upon the wailing path Spirits unrelenting hide within the dark On the bleakest of thy days, quiver not, but stand tall Life gave thee burdens - thou hast carried them all" "In severance lies beauty, bittersweet as it may be Once a journ is over, value accrues indeed Sifting through the memories, both painful and serene Thou wilt discover, they've become part of thee" "In the great beyond past sterile fields There one may find serendipity Beware the beast who resembles thee All that Become must return to the Sea" From Letras Mania