Vines of Redemption
Hear,
hear
.
.
.
The
horn's
clarion
call
.
.
.
Burst
through
the
heaven's
wall
.
.
.
One
that
they
never
recall
.
.
.
Every
creature
shiver
in
their
own
mortal
shell
.
.
.
.
Saints
and
sinners,
searching
for
vines,
crawling
for
redemption
.
.
.
As
was
fore
told
by
the
holy
books
.
.
.
There'll
be
no
coffin,
nor
a
warm
grave
.
.
.
Everything
that
moves--
fall
in
silence
.
.
.
Frozen,
along
with
their
eternal
sub
stan
ce
.
.
.
For
they
shall
strive
in
no
judge's
palace
.
.
.
.
Hear,
hear
.
.
.
Someone's
singing
His
magnum
opus
.
.
.
A
mocking
requiem
for
each
and
every
creature
.
.
.
"Sing,
sing
this
requiem
for
your
selves!"
.
.
.
.
"All
of
your
dreams
will
dis
in
te
gra
te."
.
.
.
.
"Awaken,
my
precious
children.
Ye
have
to
climb
your
own
r e a l i t y."
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[Banyuwangi, 18/05/20]
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