Invocation of words given to describe
Thine hide that hides what crawls inside
Painfully Uttered by the priests and scribes
My roots dig deeper than the ones that bore thee
And the ones that remains to be seen and bear
Ullulations familiar to thy being to be
Before sight and foresight
My true will, bending what fathoms to bend not
Feint the Fates that favors it's part, apart
The willful that shares the same well, yet will not
Futile it is to deafen thine ears
My beckoning, The congregation hears
Reverberations intertwined with my reckoning
My silent cacophoning
Derelict horde reaped through prepensed time
Pure essences attained, their eyes remain blind
Persist Mindlessly, stirring these minds of mine
For my word is thy law, my law are thy words
To the herds; for they are lawless, will listen
my vessel, thoughtlessly wording my thoughts, arisen
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