] Revere the Maker; cherish the made. ] Here lies wisdom. ] ] The door lies at the end of the path. ] Who will gather? Many. ] Who will finish? Few. ] ] The grower will take time. ] The grower will bring light. ] The grower will have Ages. ] Take it, and move it to and fro. ] Bring light, and give it to the dark places. ] Have Ages, and link to them without bindings. ] ] Loud cries yet again. ] Can it be made? No. ] We mourn our loss. ] No one sees. ] ] In the rock where changes are found. ] Because of tunnels D’ni has changed forever. ] New events surround us, ] Awaiting our arrival. ] ] The path to the left or right? ] That is the only power of man. ] ] The grower leads in the dark, ] While the deceiver flails in the light. ] The grower raises truth in the absence of eyes, ] While the deceiver blesses them in clear view of many. ] Without the grower, those who are like the grower would never learn. ] Without the grower, the name known by all would not have existed. ] ] Knowing the least is the path of wisdom. ] A sweet aroma rising up. ] Kings and prophets, the proud ones have the stench of death. ] The passing of time brings the path to the gathered. ] A breach has been cut, and now the paths are joined. ] The giving of gifts heals the wound of the builder. ] ] In cages they weep, ] Time and again. ] But without their tears, ] Truth remains hidden. ] ] Your cry is your call. ] If no one will hear them, weep for us. ] ] The choices of the wise bring pleasure to the Maker. ] The meeting of worlds is death and life. ] ] They count years and months. ] A long week is as short as an age is long. ] ] There is noise where once there was silence; ] Light where once there was not. ] Stone stands tall, ] And rock falls down. ] And they are watched; ] Always. ] Not knowing. ] Silence will return. ] Light will fade. ] Stone will fall. ] Rock will grow, ] Again. ] ] From the shadow of the wound, history will be rewritten. ] The disease will spread until D’ni cannot be saved. ] ] Seven they are, ] Though little do they realize ] Only four is seen as they see. ] For seven is one, ] And one is seven. ] ] Writing of links is a gift to be cherished. ] ] Where are our people? ] Who are our people? ] What are our people? ] Cry those who die on the streets. ] ] The crumbling of the walls will come from within. ] The stories of the destroyer will be the start of the burden. ] The burdened one will come from outside. ] The burden of the remnant will be laid upon his shoulders. ] Be still and the path will be made known. ] ] What will grow? ] The tree of all things. ] Who will grow it? ] The grower. ] ] Pages burn. ] Ink spills. ] Is there no one to protect us? ] When we turn against ourselves. ] ] Books will be your stronghold, and then you will die. ] The destroyer will cut down this great tree of wickedness? ] Another place will be their refuge, ] Another place will be their home. ] Dance and celebrate, for the tree grows again. ] ] Seven nameless abused; ] Six called abused; ] Five sent away; ] Four sell to three; ] Three excepted without eighteen; ] Two one of eight; ] One wear color and hold paper. ] ] Poison fills the hearts of many; ] New air enters some. ] Believe. ] ] The scream you hear has no breath. ] Old ways are kept just to test. ] ] Curses reign upon the others; ] From the lips of the proud. ] Eyes are removed, ] Yet sight is restored.