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In weakness are our strengths,

bound to the fear that our desires will bear a verdant fruit,

and that the fruit will grow into a wrinkle in time,

as forgotten as the first wind,

that pushes thoughts aside,

blending into madness,

bleeding into pictures instilled in a reflection,

lacking a projection of truthful approval,

instilling lies in the eyes the youthful pupil,

pretending to dissemble,

making believe with the intention to deceive,

now go,

enter your temple,

of solitude and grief,

enter your temple,

of war,

and of peace,

let the considerate assemble,

and be welcomed to our temple,

of confinement and release