Take in your breath now and hold it there Behold your own mysterious soul of the exquisite Here is where it lies, now, so take your share Twice as shy is only once after you've first been bit Bow not in worship before the grand alter of your own God Drink from the cup of silver laced in your own seed Hold with you your own thunder staff or lightening rod Allow it to drain and refill you as you continue to bleed Lost hope is now yours to recollect and regain As it has been shattered and spread upon the Earth Pick up all the pieces once more, each tiny grain Forget not the cycle you've invoked, your own rebirth Walk proud among the insane with the strength of sanity Drudge forth to be witnessed and eternally recognized Some of the members of such a world call you Lost Vanity You are the author of your land's own Holy Book unrevised. Vibrations shatter the strength of the fragile life you've now made Creations are destroyed when Twilights curtain falls upon each of them Memories crumble, collapsing in death, as their frozen ashes begin to fade A mind begins to erase all it has when it fails to compose its own requiem.