Ambivalence in the rising
As darkness comes binding
Methods of purest salvation
Cannot solve the riddles of cosmic creation

A vision of everything burnt to the ground
A vision of a trampled racial crown
Atop the mountain ridge
Thousands are the sights that relentlessly itch

It's a golden projection
A blessed opportunity
The final direction
I will not be...

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