Pyre of the Earth

Excuse my pleasures for cures, They will reward you all the same, Again I force myself to care, Impatience cripples me. Potential light is all blown out, The smell lingers in the way, It blocks my path into the night, Not found till the next day...

New faith tries To find some meaning Pack together Holy tribes Endless stair ascend, Sun beats down on them, Lacking insight, so instead They're en route to find their Zen Mountain temple State of mind Nothing different but labours find...