What was will be
The time is flattened circle
Beholding thee
I stay in shadows lurking
I merely breathe
From shadows watching harvest
Bewitched with
The act of nameless artist
Oh thy, indeed
The utmost reason ever
That was set free
And should denied be never
The peace I seek
Beneath the wall of conscious
That is so weak
But fooled to be so precious
The serpent great
That coiled world so tightly
Be pleased to wait
And see, how end comes brightly
To bring new life
Where ashes descend lower
Not only scythe
But thy art also sower
Circle of life
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