We followed the spirits here to a distant shore.
A place we can call home, finally.
So much blood was shed in search of peace of mind.
Carved in stone in times of old.
The mind becomes a body.
Forged with fire through a black hole.
The mind becomes a body.
We ascend from another time, another place.
It’s a dream we all had somewhere along the way.
Somewhere else this would be the end.
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