7.End Of The Harvest
Like the walls of your stare, you will fall (within you)
Succumb to the new and give way
Old fields will fail (memory)
yielding crops of rocks and dust
A book lies open, its pages crumble at your touch
Words breed lies (writhe)
Winds feeds fire unseen
Have you ever tasted the soil (destiny)
And felt your own death in your veins
Shield your eyes from the moon (found them all)
as it mocks your wretched self
With fire in your heart the truth lies clear
Words breed lies (endure)
Wind feeds fire release
Blend your thoughts, unveil your soul
Now drink, recive, reach scrape and bind.
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