THE MUSIC...
THE WEIGHT OF THIS SLIVER OF CREATION PRESSES ON ME, AND I SEEK TO REST FROM TIME TO TIME.
YET I DO THAT AND THE EARTH CEASES TO BEAR FRUIT.
SO INSTEAD I TURN TO MY QUEENS WHO SILENTLY PERSEVERE.
IN VARIOUS MODES.
I REMAIN THE DRAGON THUS DO I BOW,
AS IN THEM I NOW ARISE REBORN.
MUSCLES AND MASS UPON THESE BONES.
FIRE IN THIS SOUL IGNITED IN THE SMITHY OF THY KNOWLEDGE.
WHILE MY VENOMS REMAIN MY CALM IN THE STORM.
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