Rat-Man Prophesies
in an unknown language:
The last of the second sleeps above beneath red sands,
her steps lights the path to true names of the first below
Her shallow grave is all that holds life amidst death,
travel nowhere within yourself to find her
A thousand false lives grow from death without memory,
food growing for those from beyond who yet sleep
Life can be returned from the edge,
from a thousand abandoned graves amidst life
Awakened from slumber by the coming of a new dawn
those from beyond must not unmake the fulcrum again
ramblings in infernal:
Too many colors fighting for paint, the brush must choose
The egg shivers, blood keeps it warm
The first circle totters upon a shattered spike
its remaking has called out to the second
The Others found the second, unmade the first and by it
The blood of the endless sea has returned unto it in rebirth
frozen by anOther, trapped by unfire
The first circle totters upon a shattered spike
from the third comes the first reborn, anew
the second stirs with anger
Light from below, dark from above
Old war below leads to old war above
Home is where the heart is
Hell is where the heart is not
Hell's death is the heart's dark joy
Hell reborn stills is jubilant beating
Forcefed memories for Other, the dead living
freed feed the living dead forever
Forcefed memories for Other, the dead living
freed feed Hell's dead reborn
Forcefed memories for Other, the dead living
freed reborn die
Forcefed memories for Other, the dead living
freed feed the living death returned
Forcefed memories for Other, the dead living
freed unmake the failed and begin anew
Forcefed memories for Other, the dead living
forgotten join the last in oblivion
Forgotten, the dead living once built the Dream
Remember, the first dead once were the dead living, escaped the dream
The butterfly flys, and the paths change towards woe
The forge returned awakes the hammer's ghosts
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