I am closer to this Earth A hollow, fatuous sleep now visits me Within the shell of my being a war of serpents, both flesh and spirit, stir Coils that twist and wretch upon one another, both seeking their own completion From the heart of this contest, I trace the lines of a blade's edged dance most terrible Etched into the walls beneath where my eyes may penetrate My sleep is end I am now farther from that Earth And yet, I will remain as an echo Hear now the words from the mouths of Ghosts and Martyrs We are conflict We are harmony We are Chimera