Sealed in a passage Bearing hallowed name; The highest blood Privileges one to attain The shine of a mechanism And its demand of respect; Blessed by secret passions For the cursed elect; Hopeful for the quick grace Of sharp victory, While the chambers are without their monarch Who capsized fortune In the sea of history. Play now with absolved steps, small spirit; Your unbound labour shapes character, Offering breath to fiction's eager ghost; And to those bloated with misfortune, Therefore drowning in dark cravings: The narrators provide stories of past honour To stay afloat through courage Only afforded by mystery; Indeed, none better can so swim In what orators give to war and misery. The new masters replaced the garden's tree; With captured fruit Curiosity grew another In aimless ancestry; The new breed also sprouts and ripens In this strange but blighted Arcadia, Where they will be called monsters According to laws Ready for them to rebel, And where is the sleeping God? It has been excised as well. Thus the church bells ring in hollowed tones; Barren, hungry - Gorging on responsibility, They choke as if they've swallowed bones. The crushing strength held Onto such delicate conviction- It is Truth that bears This most hidden vice, And this they dearly harbour Beyond shallow paradise, And even farther From haunted Golgotha; Hence, the new resolute will: Building an endless bridge, Conquering distance en route nihil. If you had the knowledge, small spirit, Would you continue? For your motivation will interpret the future earth, But it will be far From the origin within you.
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