Drive of the Phoenix
Reason has no master in this restless place,
no fire yet burning will rise from the taint
The truth of your making lies in the sand,
to receive the ancient knowledge, you have only to stand
Alone & Unbroken at the door of wisdom,
the taste of death on your lips & your heart in your hands
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