Transference of life thru the morning’s
first light
Whether to find the ravagers of the lost
night
Or to wait the blessings of the blue
edged sight
Count your followers and tend their needs
Send out the hunters and gatherers of
seeds
We must bury those who lost their creeds
Give homage to who survived the demon’s voracious fight
Lest inevitable time; we shall all sweep away in eventual flight.
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