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In the beginning we were stone and the stone was dead,
And the stone was hard and cold.
The stone was taken and the stone was shaped
In the darkness of the days of old.
The hands that loved us made us secret and strong;
The mind that wrought us knew we did not belong;
A discordant note in the primeval Song.
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

In the beginning we were stone and the stone was mute
And stone has no will of its own.
Mahal gave us his will and moved us with his love,
And we thought his thoughts alone.
Then we sang with his words and we saw with his eyes;
We felt his great joys and we sighed with his sighs;
And all that we did was as he had devised.
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

In the beginning we were stone and the stone was afraid,
For all things desire to grow.
We were found imperfect and cowered in shame,
And we discovered fear and sorrow.
And our thoughts were our own and our will was too;
Away from the fatal hammer-blow we drew,
And we wept as Mahal prepared all his work to undo.
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

In the beginning we were stone and the stone became flesh,
And the flesh was new and pure.
The One looked at us with pity and upon Mahal with love,
And permitted us to endure.
The Seven were bound in slumber fathoms deep,
Against the coming of the Children their secrets to keep;
In darkness and in stone they were laid to sleep.
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

In the end we will be flesh, and the flesh will fail,
And our lives will return to the stone.
The world will be renewed at the end of all days:
Again our works will be Mahal's alone.
And we will heal the great wounds in the skin of the earth;
We will sing with our words; we will prove our great worth.
We will never forget that we were stone at birth;
Blessed be Mahal and the mercy of the One.

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