The Altar of Buried Truths

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The Altar of Buried Truths

Stepping over the shards of broken relics
Beginning to realize where the real truth lies
Feeling as the claws of abandoned idols stab the feet
They are like alive, screaming from pain and fear

They fear to be forgotten…
The forgotten ones disappear

When they abandon you
You will understand everything
You will take the new belief
Look at the world with new eyes

Your way will be cleared
Glass won’t bite into skin
And you will crawl to the altar of buried truths
To sacrifice your ones
And to take the one, the only real one

And the other will come following the trail of your blood…

A. Driverson\A. Yevseyev