Marching forward to the sun with spectral remnant cerebrum.
The Diadem rests on the verge of a new divide.
Tempestuous waves collide, intent to paint as a burden what's been supplied.
Divine the sense, awake the I.
Rise, manifest, now purified.
Know now, the fate, on whom it lies.
Temper the sense, in thought resides..
The answer, the question: subconscious fixation awakens the light.
Be not impatient and delay, but wait as one who understands,
when spirit rises and commands the gods are ready to obey.
What rest on the verge of a new divide.
Tempestuous waves collide, intent to paint as a burden what's been supplied.
Divine the sense, awake the I.
Rise, manifest, now purified.
Know now, the fate, on whom it lies.
Temper the sense, in thought resides..
The answer, the question: subconscious fixation awakens the light.

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