] In the night they walk through the streets
] Looking to one another for explanation;
] Trying to understand the mourning that fills the city,
] And prevent them from lying down.
] Others ignore the wails.
] They feel safe and talk as though they are immortal.
] As they too succumb to death
] They remember the restless nights.
] The number of the watcher is six hundred and twenty five.
] It is the number of waiting.
] It is the number of truth.
] You only need to ask what has been viewed to know.
] A heart for the least is the path to forgiveness.
] Move your heart far from pride, and joy will come.
] A desert bird knows where to wait and watch
] A desert bird knows when the storm will come.
] A desert bird knows where the water will flow.
] A desert bird knows when the tree will grow.
] A new five reign.
] To bring them back;
] To return;
] To unite.
] A new one reigns.
] To send them away;
] To push away;
] To divide.
] If more you seek,
] Ask and then be given a ray of hope.
] A man pulls ten others behind him,
] Because he believes.
] Another lifeless body is thrown into the cart,
] Because it doubts.
] People line the street
] Watching the cart go through their midst.
] Wondering what they should choose,
] And where their own body will be soon.
] Learn from the least, for their burden is great.
] A bird from the desert will build a nest in the tree.
] There is a circle of seasons,
] Death and life,
] Until a final end.
] The way is made clear at the end of time.
] Do not fear the wound, it is a way of peace in time of need.
] A place of patience;
] A place of stone;
] The gathered are known by their faces of stone.
] A place to fall;
] A place to be raised;
] The gathered will fall into the wound.
] Like the lelam they grow,
] Expanding in size
] But lessening in thickness.
] Expanding in territory.
] Swallowing enemies and smaller beasts
] But dying slowly.
] For what they eat is of little value.
] And what they consume destroys the stomach.
] So they continue to expand,
] Until there is nothing left where they started.
] Winds of change blow from above.
] Feel the wind, it will move you.
] The little ones destroy;
] The little ones rebuild;
] The little ones remove;
] The little ones give back.
] The future is always revealed to those who wait.
] But the proud have no patience.
] Because of pride, the destruction will come.
] This is your one answer.
] What is given is proof of it.
] The wound gives birth to the rebuilder of pride.
] The wound takes the age of the rebuilder of pride.
] A new five reign;
] To bring them home;
] To return their life;
] To unite their desires.
] Rest in the light.
] Call in the dark.
] Sing in the time of joy.
] Weep in the time of the pride.
] A new one reigns;
] To send them away to what is good;
] To return them to what is right;
] To unite them to what is true.
] A heart for pleasure is a filthy pit of binding.
] A heart for the Maker is a clean breath of release.
] For they have claimed a share of very old order.
] I see the tree
] With only one branch.
] What misery
] To watch it fall
] And never grow.
] Nothing but a seed;
] A seed that grows slowly;
] Roots grow, fed by water;
] Growing upward, only one.
] The remnant will live in plenty,
] Until a time of testing comes.
] The remnant will learn of the Maker.
] From one who learns of the Maker.