Sleep, my child.
The day will come when
you will be called upon.
A world filled freely
with conceit and concupiscence;
Shaping minds towards
crumbling pillars of salt.
I gave them a pact
promising provisions
as vast as the waters gracing
Heaven's mirror--
As deep as roots of
the Silent Giants that bear our
fruit and life.
Rest be upon you,
for your thoughts are
gateways to your soul.
Sharp and sober be your
motives--your heart.
To dread waking
is to avoid the duty
you've been called to.
Renewal. Revival.
Rebirth.
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