Here in these Halls

September 21, 2023

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Here in these halls— 

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Since cycles old and cycles broken

The clocks are mute, and yet outspoken

Slivers of moonlight dance carefree

Right in the face of your uncertainty

A seer's guess grants wisdom old

But a jester's jest is worth tenfold

Words alone shift cosmic scales

Ancient trials become ancient tales

You reflect, you pause, you contemplate,

There's a chill in here... did you close the gate?

‍

Here in these halls— recent or older—  

Here in these halls— It is growing colder— 

‍

The puzzle here doesn't shy from lies

The truth herself wears many a guise

Paradox reigns where gospels sing desire

We clammer to climb some distant spire

Your faith falters—

cry, scream, bleed as you please

Or pray at some alter and beg on your knees

You find you're lost but know why you're here

Your motives are pure yet insincere

It is time— step fourth— the enigma is you;

The clue, the question and the answer, too

‍

Here in these halls— 

‍

Since cycles old and cycles broken

The clocks are mute, and yet outspoken

Slivers of moonlight dance carefree

Right in the face of your uncertainty

A seer's guess grants wisdom old

But a jester's jest is worth tenfold

Words alone shift cosmic scales

Ancient trials become ancient tales

You reflect, you pause, you contemplate,

There's a chill in here... did you close the gate?

‍

Here in these halls— recent or older—  

Here in these halls— It is growing colder— 

‍

The puzzle here doesn't shy from lies

The truth herself wears many a guise

Paradox reigns where gospels sing desire

We clammer to climb some distant spire

Your faith falters—

cry, scream, bleed as you please

Or pray at some alter and beg on your knees

You find you're lost but know why you're here

Your motives are pure yet insincere

It is time— step fourth— the enigma is you;

The clue, the question and the answer, too

‍

Here in these halls— 

‍

Since cycles old and cycles broken

The clocks are mute, and yet outspoken

Slivers of moonlight dance carefree

Right in the face of your uncertainty

A seer's guess grants wisdom old

But a jester's jest is worth tenfold

Words alone shift cosmic scales

Ancient trials become ancient tales

You reflect, you pause, you contemplate,

There's a chill in here... did you close the gate?

‍

Here in these halls— recent or older—  

Here in these halls— It is growing colder— 

‍

The puzzle here doesn't shy from lies

The truth herself wears many a guise

Paradox reigns where gospels sing desire

We clammer to climb some distant spire

Your faith falters—

cry, scream, bleed as you please

Or pray at some alter and beg on your knees

You find you're lost but know why you're here

Your motives are pure yet insincere

It is time— step fourth— the enigma is you;

The clue, the question and the answer, too

‍

Here in these halls— 

‍

Since cycles old and cycles broken

The clocks are mute, and yet outspoken

Slivers of moonlight dance carefree

Right in the face of your uncertainty

A seer's guess grants wisdom old

But a jester's jest is worth tenfold

Words alone shift cosmic scales

Ancient trials become ancient tales

You reflect, you pause, you contemplate,

There's a chill in here... did you close the gate?

‍

Here in these halls— recent or older—  

Here in these halls— It is growing colder— 

‍

The puzzle here doesn't shy from lies

The truth herself wears many a guise

Paradox reigns where gospels sing desire

We clammer to climb some distant spire

Your faith falters—

cry, scream, bleed as you please

Or pray at some alter and beg on your knees

You find you're lost but know why you're here

Your motives are pure yet insincere

It is time— step fourth— the enigma is you;

The clue, the question and the answer, too

‍

Here in these halls— 

‍

Since cycles old and cycles broken

The clocks are mute, and yet outspoken

Slivers of moonlight dance carefree

Right in the face of your uncertainty

A seer's guess grants wisdom old

But a jester's jest is worth tenfold

Words alone shift cosmic scales

Ancient trials become ancient tales

You reflect, you pause, you contemplate,

There's a chill in here... did you close the gate?

‍

Here in these halls— recent or older—  

Here in these halls— It is growing colder— 

‍

The puzzle here doesn't shy from lies

The truth herself wears many a guise

Paradox reigns where gospels sing desire

We clammer to climb some distant spire

Your faith falters—

cry, scream, bleed as you please

Or pray at some alter and beg on your knees

You find you're lost but know why you're here

Your motives are pure yet insincere

It is time— step fourth— the enigma is you;

The clue, the question and the answer, too

‍

Here in these halls— 

‍

Since cycles old and cycles broken

The clocks are mute, and yet outspoken

Slivers of moonlight dance carefree

Right in the face of your uncertainty

A seer's guess grants wisdom old

But a jester's jest is worth tenfold

Words alone shift cosmic scales

Ancient trials become ancient tales

You reflect, you pause, you contemplate,

There's a chill in here... did you close the gate?

‍

Here in these halls— recent or older—  

Here in these halls— It is growing colder— 

‍

The puzzle here doesn't shy from lies

The truth herself wears many a guise

Paradox reigns where gospels sing desire

We clammer to climb some distant spire

Your faith falters—

cry, scream, bleed as you please

Or pray at some alter and beg on your knees

You find you're lost but know why you're here

Your motives are pure yet insincere

It is time— step fourth— the enigma is you;

The clue, the question and the answer, too

‍

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