Just because this days deceit
Has wandered into my nights belief
It does not justify or warrant
That constant belief
I feel when I can hide
From myself
My worries
No sorrow
No grief
Just unburdened desires
That through my soul unleashes
Blinding yet still unbinding fury
That knows not of lamentation
It is foreign to subside
At once these holy mountains
Become great warriors too soon to divide
Even the rugged know what wound to heal
And how the glory of summers sun
So soon to truth reveal
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A Dead Language 