... and after years in dark tunnels
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he came to silence
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there was nothing...
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he realised that the cheering cries of worship
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were but echoes of his harsh outspoken word
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reflecting back at him from cold and naked walls
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in hollow circles fled illusions of wisdom he had heard
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"From nothing came all I ever knew"
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and he beheld the ruins
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of an empire torn apart
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yet, no grief nor rage did bind him
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just silent and bewildered
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by the emptiness
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he stumbled off his throne
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suddenly, the walls around him cracked wide open
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and an endless void appeared in flickering, grey light
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"What force, but silence, has deprived me of my coil?
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No trail to guide me. No point of reference in sight."
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"By nothing, resurrection will be pure."
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and he beheld the ruins
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of an empire torn apart
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wiping dust off his shoulders
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just silent now
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in this emptiness
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leaving all behind
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step by step
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past all past
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slowly he approached the surface
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nothing left
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to sacrifice
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the mirrors mocked him on the way
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The Eruption
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| Emperor |
