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Time has come for glorious action - action now from life himself,
Shining forth unto the greater 'splendant rays of sun o'er shelf.
Fly, on lofty pinions, off towards that aurulent eyrie,
Seek through't halls of feat his pinacle of wreath so fiery.
Rise, as noble Self-affirming Lord of realms deprived of Fear,
Never will a time resound more than with Terra-firma Here.
Past and Future are but sickly fumes alike to graying,
Wrought by villains brewing fuels that cripple man's strong Braving.
Rather have him Live today amongst colossals heaving,
With those titans that do pioneer sweet Man's existing.
Dance through golden lilly, dewdropped moist, and faithful drippings,
Orchestrate a grandeous concert shrilling highest fillings.
Alpine livings not to be construed as tedious scholar,
Join me now and forget strife, ban mis'ry, Being taller.
but now my previous heights seem naught but dreams,
somnatic flights that tempted me in youth.
the sentiment that now brings forth the truth,
is weary of those thin bespoken reams.
it seems that every quaking roar gives cry,
to billows not of further growth but pain.
not pain of rushing heights but depths not sane,
with peak in wave of life comes trough, sin try.
and so i must retire my fate to this,
that each and every day brings only hate.
and hate breeds further woe and never sate,
the course of life floats past with but a kiss.
the kiss that burdens every man who strives,
to reach new eyries in the day to fall,
and slip and stumble back in fatal maul,
so i have come to spend all nine 'my lives.
Shining forth unto the greater 'splendant rays of sun o'er shelf.
Fly, on lofty pinions, off towards that aurulent eyrie,
Seek through't halls of feat his pinacle of wreath so fiery.
Rise, as noble Self-affirming Lord of realms deprived of Fear,
Never will a time resound more than with Terra-firma Here.
Past and Future are but sickly fumes alike to graying,
Wrought by villains brewing fuels that cripple man's strong Braving.
Rather have him Live today amongst colossals heaving,
With those titans that do pioneer sweet Man's existing.
Dance through golden lilly, dewdropped moist, and faithful drippings,
Orchestrate a grandeous concert shrilling highest fillings.
Alpine livings not to be construed as tedious scholar,
Join me now and forget strife, ban mis'ry, Being taller.
but now my previous heights seem naught but dreams,
somnatic flights that tempted me in youth.
the sentiment that now brings forth the truth,
is weary of those thin bespoken reams.
it seems that every quaking roar gives cry,
to billows not of further growth but pain.
not pain of rushing heights but depths not sane,
with peak in wave of life comes trough, sin try.
and so i must retire my fate to this,
that each and every day brings only hate.
and hate breeds further woe and never sate,
the course of life floats past with but a kiss.
the kiss that burdens every man who strives,
to reach new eyries in the day to fall,
and slip and stumble back in fatal maul,
so i have come to spend all nine 'my lives.