Posted by Watcher on 5/29/2007, 1:36 pm This is the way of the Watchers, counting endless years upon years, until time folds in upon itself, and mankind dwells beyond the realm of his own understanding, Make no place for me, and I will make no place for you, for life is in cycles, and I move within you as a song in your heart, I will true you as a carpenter, shear you as a lamb, until you are true and pure as white of snow, and regain the innocence of a child, though you know the ages of mankind as if they have passed through your very hands and eyes.
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Deep within there is a longing, deep within the notions move unchecked, stirring in the darkness, where the light shines unnoticed, light without light, life without full understanding of itself, a newborn yet unborn, a wakeless child of thousands of years, waiting for a time to come forth,
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