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When the sky was still old

There lived an avid collector of dust

A daughter of Helios

Who came to warn the world of false prophets

The original sounds of separation

From a hillside mist

Ecclesiastic and weak winded

She became consumed in the begging for a storm

Then fell waste to the accompanied lightning

Eulogized desire dwells

It carved out the cave

In eternity

She turns away from the sun

A death

Incomprehensible and unimaginable

We suffer through the first four acts

In hopes to storm heaven in the fifth

A symphony

Before all these trees