o this is measure of the past long dead
a memory of fears that judgment set
in fading colours but without regret
the ancient dragon is still being fed
is satiated in its golden bed
in full repayment of each human debt
accept this vision do not get upset
you are not paid for suffering or dread
what we are taught will not serve as a guide
on the new road the old maps have been lost
though for some sign we have for so long yearned
the message comes to buckle for the ride
accept the risks and wait to learn the cost
for now we see the forest has been burned
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