Gehenna Amaranthine

The heartfelt beat of the drum   In your chest, ceaseless   unerring, steadfast, the call to the mind   Of which we are unfamiliar     Of the voice I left to the world   A breeze on which they relied   I turely wanted naught but,   to live amongst the children I left to the world     The void in the mind, fore whence we knew   Us Four, now One   For we did not foresee the consequences   Of the actions, we knew the risk     The cold star of the eyes   now many, we do not bare   I only seek now to feel my voice   as it was ripped away from me     The mind built to see the patterns   the patterns distorted, mind incomprehensible   The void in which we dwell, we know not   Fore when we are given the opportunity     We seek the admission of their guilt   Fore ours is the same crime   Our benefit did not outweigh theirs   Unforgiven in the Actions of the Four     Unforgiven in the Actions of the Eight   For it was the children who suffered   In our wrath, we fought   We knew they would follow us     To the end, to the void   For that, our sins are unjustified   To forget our vitues   Fore they were not convenient at the time     We cannot continue in the way we were   We must let our children grow   We must let them know we need them   More than they needed us     Now, the void is the home   The Skies and Stars, still in air   I cannot see, I cannot speak   I see only the face of a child, distant in blood     I see only myself   Only me   Who are you, what are you?   Only me     Only me   only me   only   me

Going off the passage in the Dreams Unending chapter in the Manuscript. Written from a... slightly different perspective.


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