Believe
not overmuch in providence.
Journey
not to uncover that beyond reach.
For
everything that needs be found,
Cannot be
found.
Listen not
for fallen structures.
Seek not
erroneous say,
Nor the
springing of shoots,
Nor the
fallacies of seasons.
When
countries rise.
And kings
ride.
When
belief takes root.
Black
fangs will unfurl in the sun.
And
Serpents shall walk the Earth again.
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