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Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China 
Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age 

Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood 
Who glared at the giants he always had dreams of 

The first was a mist covered mountain, where all beasts were blind 
With whispers of meaningless legends and theories 

The second was a fiery mountain singing in passion 
With trees and bushes with golden leaves, but no fruit 

Both these mountains trapped the souls of the damned under the dirt 
Both buried the light in the damp cyclical tomb 

The souls were angels who defended their land from the night 
Horsemen who guarded against the Prince of Darkness 

The inner soul of light within the old man awakened 
The youthful hoopoe bird within chirped for freedom 

He began his work, to dig into the mountains themselves 
He started to craft a path for all to travel 

A wiser old man came up and saw the sweat raining down 
And chuckled at the absurdity raining down 

“Oh friend, you cannot remove one grey hair from the giants 
How in heaven’s name can you crumble these mountains” 

The foolish grey-haired man, singing and young in his caged heart 
Said these words, roaring with his liberated mind 

“My children shall tear the mountains by their blood-covered hand 
My grandchildren shall destroy them with their chisels 

My offspring will fight as unsleeping armies in the night 
My offspring will never surrender their grand fight 

The birds of the blue sky will peck the mountains piece by piece 
The worms of earth will eat the fortress bit by bit” 

These words reached the wise man’s inner heart beating with wonder  
These words reached the sun and moon’s delicate bright souls 

So the ships of light carried the message to the blue sky 
The Infinite Father of Greatness and Lightness 

The blue sky ripped apart the revolving grey clouds of might 
The expanse of azure blue split all into two 

Daylight shone in the highest firmament of dark violet 
Daylight shone in the lowest crannies of Sheol 

These two mountains vanished as if they were nothing at all 
These two watchtowers crumbled in the gentle flames 

Leaving no fortresses between the two flowing rivers 
Leaving only an untouched garden, eons old
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