There are many realms above me,
And many more below.
Depending on my progress,
Determines where I go.
I can strive towards perfection
And once again be whole,
By listening to the wisdom,
That is passed down by my soul.
The seven realms around me,
Are open to us all,
To work towards perfection,
Or stand alone and fall.
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