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..and now I know
that twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, it's hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
- The Second Coming, Yeats
Here's a little poem; dark and gravelly:
Here in his shrine
That they have forgotten
Here do we toil
That we might remember
By night we reclaim
What by day was stolen
Far from ourselves
He grows ever near to us
Our eyes once were blinded
Now through him do we see
Our hands once were idle
Now through them does he speak
And when the world shall listen
And when the world shall see
And when the world remembers
That world shall cease to be.
Waw, never thought that someone will replied this. *excited* >u<)~
It such a meaningful poem that impressed and make me think a lot.
Also never forget to say, thank you so much for recognizing to me with those thoughtful poem.
I'm so precious and eager to learn it !
this is Miraak's Chant from Skyrim right?
I ever see theRadBrad play that game before.
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