I think I got your message, at least I think it’s from you

The cold winter nights never lied to me and told me that it’s true

An Evil incarceration and an incarnation of you 

In this situation here, I don’t know what to do

An exodus in waiting, provides a simple clue

The writing on those tablets, is certainly up for review

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Something here is wrong, I can’t see what’s true

Something here is funny can I count on you

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I’ll be quietly observe  until I know who is who

I’ll won’t sit on the sidelines and be told what to do

When you test my patience,  ii’ll find better things to do

The offerings we are finding, clearly won’t get us through 

All the things they tell us are only partially true

Other things are useless, even the divine won’t get you though.