Dead sage fill my page
words of age that set the stage
cats eyes set their sights
twisted skies are on the riseIn the valleys of the moon
where the sand stands still
watching the fathers watch
their rain burn from the hillFree spech out my teethlie beneath the burning wreath
hot coal melted soul
pays the toll and breaks the mold
From these valleys we will bloom
sands will boil through
and leave the watchers watching
burning from the hill
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