the stars totem
from the Stars I threw my net
the depths of hell left me kept
undisturbed from soul untold
my heart bears wounds of old
the dust from the stars birth
grows contempt with mirth
before the void of anti space
becomes the bane of place
the hearts that beat as one
becomes the only song
that has sung the song of elder tales
for years and years to come
the stars that i have caught
were to be fought
but i have left unrest my tale
for if there was no war to fail
then we shall fall from fate and life itself
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