A sacred dance of worlds of wonder
Long forgotten by our world under
The fourth eye shall open the book
And we won’t have but one last look
To tell your fortunes from the skies
Dreams waiting to be torn asunder
But my blood shall carry to the end
This will, this world, will not bend
Those purple eyes and stripes
Won’t be forgotten till inside the knife
The last footstep to descend
Will be The Lavender Eyes
With the star shaped heart
And this lore descending with
Eva, the Prophet
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