BoM: Chapter 1 - Awakening (cont'd)

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The neglected soul lifts the body from the bed
For the importance of the journey does not escape it

Step and step of burdened feet
Come closer to the window sill

The Earth outside shows birth pains
Devouring itself mercilessly

The brown red dusty hues abound
Green is but a fantasy

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Agony's residue enters within
As eyes regain sight of man's horrendous sin

Tear drops rescue dirt
From the rocky face's aged cracks

Destruction. Chaos. Within and Outside
A metaphor to each other
Life imploded
The journey must begin