Chapter 315: The Trenches of Dreams
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.
Exodus 22:18 KJV
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Portuguese Proverb
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To traverse the trenches of dreams
Some soldiers hold bad armaments
Covered in dirt, and inside the ditch
By using the shock wave pistol
One commands the fire
Most of it will then hit the spot
Others will miss the target
But the waves that travelled
Through time, it journeys into oblivion
Unknown to many, a true mystery
While motivations and reason remain
The arms target the aim
But still, the wonderment becomes present
It reminds those who participate
That the path is dark
And the terrain is perilous
Even good weapons are no match
Trying to gain an unforgivable patch
And as the darkness takes its course
Severe, unforgiving
Wields a poison so strong
The blisters in his hands
Are testament to the fact
That it was an arduous task
Difficult, painful, and deceptive
A million reasons to regret
Or to carry on
But can it truly be destroyed?
However, one must continually move
Despite the daunting odds
To discover unchartered paths
In their intent, to peek into the past
Towards the future
A fascination with robots
Empires versus Federations
A new war suddenly evolves
Unintentional:
It was a contest of control
But also of pride and prejudice
There is no way to escape, wander
Because in the midst of the conflict
Someone is hidden, pulling the strings
Calling the shots, ruthless
Orchestrating unimaginable violence
From guns to mechanical arms
And the Twigs of magical realm
Literarian, scientific
Power to power, sight to sight
As the dim light slices
Through the darkness
Beneath a stronger will
But more potent this time
Just like all the other verses
Presented hereof, undeniably
While it claims:
And there are many lives at stake
The death Toll rises
By Willows and Vapors of Death
Either way,
Many transfigurative action in place
Deafening the curtailed silence
From illusions to delusion
It has been said
As there are more circumstances
Wanting some answers
The Ancestral Tree begins to change
Magically exploited by way of occult
The amalgamation of truth and falsehood
It was, indeed, the Forbidden Tree behold!
And as many souls discover the worlds
Lucifer the Devil completely recalls
The path to the strongest material
One must never know
From the efforts of the See of Dunster
To the issued edicts of the Bishop of Old
Chants were deliberately destroyed
The Book's content was subsequently lost
And only those words that matter
Remain stagnant at this point.
The trenches of dreams are perilous
Dangerous, but shamelessly usurped
By the extreme power of darkness
Evil materials suddenly include
Then the horizon changes
Unto unimaginable suffering
Light from light
Powers are calculated
From the curve to its maxima
Only to reveal a torrential might
And as the Imperial Synod grapples:
Into the war, they were stunned
Unprepared, lacking in any literary sense
Laws become metaphysically ungoverned
By the senseless orders of the See
And then there lies beneath
Within the planned conflict
Satan's path is unexpectedly revealed
A darker light, though visibly seen
From far away
Nothing else is more lamentable
Than peeking into the horizon of hope
Another dimension then shows
By all weaponry in chaos
Combined to the simplest core
Classical mixtures and all;
After Lucifer the Devil discovers the world
He's uncovered, he better understood
The fundamental melody
By way of the symphony of songs
Guided by the power of the decibels
The dream inherently survives, revives
Of the many joy and suffering
Going back to the road ahead
He journeys on and on
Towards the direction of the North
Towards the most noble Ancestral Tree
Sitting mightily, the nameless it calls
He will arrive sooner, then,
All men will know
The power enclosed
A forbidden Tree, indeed, revolves!
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