My Temple of Autumn has fallen My exile has been to the ring of desert My existence is a struggle in vain Yet I will prevail
Mother Earth lies on an edge An edge of a sword ready to fall One man must hold the sword by the hilt That man must survive
My brethren have been beat Fallen from defeat Fallen from failure Fallen from misdirection
This man was a boy A wandering boy for years to come Now the boy is a man A lost man in time
My fate is one of choice A choice that decides fate Fate for all stranded on a rock A rock which lies on an edge
The dawn of the sky is just another day Another day in which more men fall Who will live, who will die? Why is it this man's job to decide how?
I am the first and the last I am the one who has transcended You can tear down my temple But I will prevail
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The word "Desert" is used in its original sense as "a place of death and terror."
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