I am the end, the prelude to death

Beginning of the end

Futile to resist

The receiver is alive

The melody of evolution has sung it’s last battle roar as the species gives no mercy to the unfit

Rampaging winds of change is leveling all, forceful and filled with a burden the old and weak must carry

Once the tidemark was seen from afar, now forever lost to the untrained eye of ignorance and bliss

Grass filled plains covered in frost and mist, the weary wanderer meets the dreamer

Two lone specks on the frozen tundra, profound understanding of what shall come

Brother of few, take my blade and open up the secret that you host inside of you

Brother of the path, this secret you have carried for too long and must now release

Time is not what the pale twilight is waiting for, it flows alone with a heavy burden

What really saved you is the closed door, key lost in the dark mind of the foolish keeper

Let the burning star guide you till a silenced shore, here is the beginning of the road

The waves will caress and take over the weight, like lead sinking into the abyss shall your broken body perish

As fathoms of unwilling prelude slowly seek you out and finds the answer you become the night

Peers and loners alike will seek your guidance where the tidemark once showed

With wet shoes and a tranquil gaze on their faces these seekers of the answer will soon forget the quest

 

End of the beginning

Resist the rightful path

Become the Ocean

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