The sun is the method by which we see all - truth embodied. We see a man standing on a hill in the dark. His eyes are glowing.
No rising sun, all is cold. The only light held in our eyes: It brings forth a new way of life.
And we shall burn our pyres when the morning comes and welcome a new age.
When the night falls we know, we will never fear a reckoning again.
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