[prologue] {voices lifting together} "laudare provisoris laudare protector largiente prosperabitur unum simus vobiscum cum omnibus” [keepers of the land] Born of the great sea, flat disc surrounding Cast away Trapped but advancing past the grasp of the boundaries Gathered shoutings and offerings to the forces sustaining mortal exchangings and provision of an adequate bounty {planter} "Sprout the pastures abound Scatter some flowers Seed the ground to eat Devour these and scour the outer reaches of mountain scenes” Bound to the lead of a power unseen Keeping a solemn plea to follow atrocity with comradery A father odyssey foreshadowing the ominous anomaly of freedom-flavored congregated conquering Wrought with debauchery and colony philosophies to wash clean the An-Ki and push us into obsolete We’ve all foreseen it in the dancing flames Cyclical enchanted maze Expand and break until man can emancipate from the savage phase fastened to the format The devil has come on horseback to hand out a tragic fate We gravitate toward a disastral plain that can’t be tamed, maimed or explained in any package way A balanced place/chance to escape or embrace hate and retaliate after the fact of that which awaits A panicked state Famine laced with sadness, disgrace and batches of blanketed bait Deactivate/reanimate the land Calibrate and take to fabricate Create with lacerating hands Scrape at gravel, grass and sand in search of soil Turn and toil at it and try to revert the spoiled Grasp the animal and learn to immerse in loyal Serve to harness growth and work to reverse the coils Lay the line down Divide out the sides Days and nights collide and the mind clouds with time Tightly bound Tied down to an unwinding route {thinker} "Dig these lying eyes out when they decide to bow to blinding doubt {hunter} "And take these hands if they cease to keep exerting" {planter} "(They) tame these lands See the scenery converting” Now decorate the flesh in pigments of war for peace for more grief or sublimity A reach for infinity falling short A harsh retort But this is not about the care that’s taken Everyone who wears the paint is bound to see the arrows break Let us bare to a feral state Stare and wait Serenade the spirits May they favor us with heroes’ fates Cherish and praise the air and the rain, tear and the flame, the fear, the grave [the plains erupt in battle] We can hear the blades mirroring pain Sheering away at each other for something merely in vain Sustaining the savage instincts mixed in with the connectedness Emphasis on love in a place it’s evident that hell exists A yellow tint smeared across weathered cheeks A sense of peace with endings Set to wage till breath has ceased A desperate plea lands on numbed senses while a silver tongue’s shimmer can attract the glance of every beast {thinker} "Who are we? Where are where? How did we get here? Is there purpose or only urges? Who are we? Where are we? How did we get here? Is this purpose or disservice?” [a last till] {hunter} "Burn this surface and let it rise to the sky along a vapor trail Submerge into the current and let it sink to the bottom on an anchor’s tail” Cursed with (_______) Persist The water cleanses then veridian takes the place of the remaining rage Save it for a rainy day commodity Keep it tucked away within the makings of our progeny {planter} "But maybe I can still get the garden to grow"

[jovial voyager] Lift the anchor, set a course for the vast blue Cast views toward the rise of a bad moon Passing through the grassroots of a past truth Packed in like canned food Singing ironclad tunes Entitled hands move to collect and produce through disconnected minds and fruitful neglect of truth and respect Steps to bloom and progress from a cesspool of selfishness A beautiful mess Frugal investments in bread and circus systems Purchase victims and prisoners for expansion of the province Hand to goddesses and gods in perfect prisms Divert decisions of persons implanted in the process with fancy objects and promises of paradise Staring through the solace of an optimistic pair of eyes Conquer this and terrorize Build monoliths at varied heights Bury that awareness in accomplice to the parasite Ominous flares of light tear through the night Sharing a white-hot helping of bright empirical right Hostile Prepared to smite so carry the plight Cherish the time of your ensnarement as your bearing in life Chariots glide across the cyan canopy Challenge lifespan capacity with high-class hankerings for divine paths Incite massive, violent oppression Let them bypass to the sidetrack in silent discretion or maybe fight back? Try that The spirit can’t compete with the mechanical weaponized use of Earth’s elements Pray for time lapse to steer the agony and strip the handle of desensitized truth and perched imminence But sediments swept from structure systematically drift away Roaming to settle as planter or hunter in a labyrinth of disarray {overseers} "Welcome Enter Render your worth” Center the pressure Consent to your curse Set wild Reckless Desperately flock The exiled, rejected sentenced to rot [downtrodden passenger] And from the top, viewed as crops to collect Posthumous or a probable threat Domino effect for the obstacles set Bottlenecktied to the bottom of exhausting extents Oxidant, trenched homesteads so densely destructive Constructed and deconstructed through low-empathy functions, messy assumptions and lumps in the gullet Jump in the mud-pit for enough to hit the hunger in stomachs Lift up the love or lift a means of inflicting harm Picture-perfect pieces to perceive and then disregard like an empty jar cracked and stripped Unable to keep a lid on But living on and giving all Swim in rhythm and sing songs Strings drawn tightly The loose ends frayed They meet but the fringes won’t connect Too engaged in human endgames Thread strained and split into thinning fibers Vining and winding separated Still rooted in the same stitch The brain winces with the havoc of pretty fires that wire through the night Climbing through the isolation On a labor-intensive journey In a hurry to hit the hay Still we keep chasing this precious purging through the valleys of disarray Ave Vale {organizer} "Enclaves unite!" Pompey, beyond great, is on his way to fight tonight So noble, righteous Spine dipped in gold The social divides live inside, etched in stone [innocenturion] Lift the linen from the source of disharmony to trace trails along the course of dichotomy {courier} "Here’s a canoe Here’s a warship for conquering” We worship the slaughter and the honor of the armor’s gleam Dissected arteries and scars that can be seen Polished weaponry to carve and eat at hardening degrees It’s hard to see the garden for the leaves in the solemn breeze Bartering that solace and relief for some altered scenes The collared dream strung up and hung from the highest branch on the oak tree And as the acorns drop and sow seeds of loss and love, watch as the foliage floats free Evoking a memory, childlike in density Measuring senseless encroaching A chain-linked sense of neglect dangling at the end of a rope swing Scaling the pendulum up to the origin point The shifts decrease until release from the worry of choice Scaling the pendulum up

[through the fog] There’s no vision in caliginous areas The oculus cannot adjust It just flickers back and forth, weary of variant life A light to burn bright Just one flash to scatter the ghosts amassed from chants of ever-after Heavens hatched from hope’s collapse Holy smokes rolling black Bred from ashen bones of past Core composed on broken backs Below the growth, behold the trash Potent overcasts coat the sky and choke the breath The hopeless float to find and multiply focused steps Seeking growth and pride emulsified in frozen trenches Open-ended dreamscapes of slow descents in ocean depths It’s so directly connected to what is unseen Redundantly wondering and wandering Clumsily running free under the numbing leaves of yew trees Assuming a beauty so soothing would never remove footing from under me But these lovely scenes can easily deceive Putting a halt to what’s been recently believed A leisurely reprieve of impedance on eden Seemingly at ease Keep the peace in sight Secrecy strategically conceived [a prophescenic view] Teetering Leaning toward a crash and burn Dreaming while the past occurs till present’s sent Reprehensive habit turns Detrimental passengers threatening safe passage and sentimental last words append the retained madness Peddling great tragedy, craftsmen and sorcerers spin importance of swordsmanship over average resourcefulness {overseers} "Push the paddle in accordance with the current Keep from straddling the borders of divergence” The oracle has furnished a resurgence of uncertainty, it seems An emergence of emergencies nurturing the needs In servitude to thieves projecting a mass indifference Worshipping from the knees Collecting the scraps they giveth Perfectly under siege and reflecting a backward interest while vertically crumbling with respect to a lack of kinship [toxicantina] {conveyers} "Just dip your hands in the fountain of grace Swallow it down How does it taste?” Sour grapes and a powerless state As voices congregate for toxins’ sake Swallowing the waves {ironsmith} "Brace!" The tower laid to waste in the hour of haste No now or later pace when devouring fate Doused in the flame Ash powder-enate So show how we relate to the bow and the break Clouding in the face as the aura escapes Bound to migrate to where our fathers await Lost in the wake as the sound dissipates Down to the ground to assimilate [submergently] Swimming away into the grey The sea shall engulf, a cleansing affair Breathing in gulps empty of air Deepened results of accepting repair At peace be the pulse now endlessly shared Release all Ascending Aware Bare to celestial flare [ignitemare] Something reaches and takes hold Pause the converging of a strained soul Drained then pulled back into the same bones Taste the pain and wait for the faint glow to grow Kindle the blaze Let it climb up to the feet Try to breathe in the blistering heat but I’m suffocating Deep breath Behest the flesh to regenerate, lungs to re-inflate, though credence aggressively resonates Acceptance of hellish fate Comfortably levitate Featherweight Energy emanate {villagers} "Sent from the flames, hear this prayer"

[when fire reigns down] Scorching the shoulders of the white ox chosen to open up communication and satiate the heavens Bone cracking, splitting Answer-inscripted messaging Comb through the mutilation for favor-stated directives Pray for rainfall to collect and feed the harvest Extend the seeded gardens so extensively cathartic Disease and hardship, accessories to darkness, spark the energy regarded as necessity for progress Flesh eventually discarded with memories and breath, just the destiny imparted Undress to seek a pardoning, some harmony Leveraging an arm twist Armor-plate a heart that’s just essentially a target Preventively incarcerate and measure the love Weigh it out against the settling dust or feathers of doves Under pressings of the emperor’s glove It’s like we’re all just always waiting for a death from above We build these temples to shelter us from the wrath of the gods Sending a rain of flames and ash before they ask for applause Another day, another cattle to prod, slaughter and offer up Off the cuff with conquer Lost in battles abroad Staff and a rod against a firestorm The type of war tyrants aspire for Ripe to find a course to acquire more In spite of morals, fight the warnings of former kings Torturing Poisoning Courting all these morbid things And scorn will sing across the strings of dissenting throats Tempting the ghosts ascending and still swinging from every note Silk spun to a heavy cloak for the vision Inventing hope amidst the broken Symbols of empty growth Jaded gemstones Ceremonial shrouding only allowing sight to the godly kin of the sword Pain echoes in barren, holy surroundings Closely following light to the origin of the form Those skies just keep on smiling down so we keep our spirits up Fall to our knees Bow heads Give thanks Fire to cleanse the altar as the storm returns Reminders of the end All of us are born to burn The torture turns to tears that irrigate fear and hate A mirrored fate adjacent to a near-escape gated Delirious durations painted in sacred blends Hopping from blade to blade along a serrated edge Now make amends Pray to the dead for direction Beg for protection as the flames send redemption [voices rise from ruins] {young boy} "I’m just a child I don’t really do much but smile and watch my family fall one by one once in a while I hear the bang and first wonder what is to celebrate? I can’t tell what’s fake from the brightest flash that could quell my faith Heard of western ways taught to me at lesson A But when it escalates why is it with our breath we pay? Swept away in the river right past the silk worms Built for the conflict After impact our stance is still firm Burn with strength from a distant time Staring at the stars like our ancestors but somehow they’ve all been misaligned Poisoned and modified The cloth is tied on all our eyes The hand that once provided now a mouth to ostracize They burnt the flesh off my family’s bones and laughed In a sovereign tone they spoke in a breath all our homes were ash We cry to the point of exhaustion and hold our losses in The toxic mix emitted now controls our oxygen” {young man} "Can we coax the gods to give a flowing wash of winds before we slowly fall within the open jaws that gnaw and scar and rip apart with sharpened saws for grins, so stark and grim?" {old man} "Offer up the alter for the power that our fathers give!" {young girl} "Hang reliance from the highest cherry blossom limb Paint a silent place to hide behind a docile grin” {young woman} "It’s fairly obvious we’ve positively got to dig down to where the fossils sleep, take all the grief and drop it in" {old woman} "But the colossal grip clenches to the monuments Making product of sorrow Audible fraudulence” Prompt the audience to lynch up their disbelief {sage} "History repeats within the cause and the consequence" An awful stench creeps from the caverns Chaperoning shadows Got to keep lit the lantern Sequenced patterns of frequent disaster Seasoned malfeasance Allegiance to grandeur Heavy hand on powder-keg Tell me how you move without your legs Residing in the dark Life is lost The tyrant talks The eyes all drop [distant auburn oversight] Watching the trees drip amber in remembrance Scavenging ruins for a scattering of semblance Fall on the blade Attempt redress of disrepair If you don’t like it, burn it down If you despise it, burn it down If it upsets you, burn it down If it objects to you, burn it to the ground Removing and consuming the wings of butterflies; and throwing the rest high into the open sky Let it reign Prey for weather change

[advance at sunrise] Dawn is on the rise again Eyes drawn to where horizons end With thoughts of life and love and dread March and fight till blood is shed Offer proper sacrifice {warriors} "Oh gods on high, please hang your light" Born to fall but apt to strike Slaughter Offer sacrifice The acolytes march to pulse of a drum Impulsive hunts for blood and fortune under colorful suns Feel the rumble of thunderous clunks Sulfur in lungs Tumultuous, cluttered results summon the vultures to come Hummingbirds flutter above a turquoise serpent slithering through a ball of feathers over firm soil surface from which a cactus rises Tiger moths and butterflies dancing with in such magical enchantment we forget to keep our battle grips You can’t be adequately savage for the pillaging when fascinated with and considerate of little things A villain brings hope then a malicious sting Whistling and picking strings to the kindling The fiddle sings And the brittle wings of lost souls flicker Bitter and lingering similar to a long cold winter that just revisits and recurs We live and learn or sit and burn Drift to symbolically cylinder or sinister Deficient nerve twitches build a symphony conditioned through vicious means of delivering misery Simple extinguishing to conflict with the symmetry and disfigure infinity’s loop Twisting consistently [infernomadic] Cyclical liturgy Praise providers and protecters Extend the stretch of steps aligned to find the epicenter of time and inception Try it again when revival sets in to the essence in fresh skins {sage} "Take the lessons through progression of the ages The decibel reflections relay an unending cadence” Tempered Sacred Weathered Ancient Pleasure and pain spinning sequentially aimless Destiny: vacancy for all that was and will and is Deliverance Until it hits, participate with diligence The river lifts over the dirt {planter} "Now we sleep in the great sea, reborn to the Earth" [calm after abysmal storm]