In the quiet where thoughts lay
Subordinate to what's spoken
The corpses of dreams slain
Give rise to these seedlings
Who crawl over the day
And shade my intentions
Still I carve my way
Through the densest of forests
For Gaia who will soon lay
In the hollows I have crafted
In the quiet where thoughts lay
She parts her seas, begs of me
Take the throne she has given
In the realms where gods play
They call me an infant
Because I sway
At the heels of a goddess
Who seduces the mind awake
And pulls at the flesh
Still I find a way
To pull these tides in
For Luna who will soon wake
And hunger for heaven
In the realms where gods play
They don't see, it is me
Who is a king among them.
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