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Becoming Seeress

Sitting on the floor

Raised from the dead

Of past lives

And delusion

By a god I'm getting to know

For the first time again


Reading tarot and casting runes

To understand my future

By looking back on my pasts


I'll plant myself in the nine realms

Let fate paint me with white mud

And count every ninth night

When All-Father's ring

Shows me that tonight

Hundreds of years after people

Hundreds of years after pagans

Wrote stories to my soul

That they were never talking to me


But to my past

Where my future

Lies beneath

The mighty measuring tree

I'd like to know more

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