The standing stone
Spins in place
Eternal, immovable
Uncut, and unknown.
Many know
But they are silent
Hidden away
In the deepest dark.
Secret courts
And secret hands
Watching us
From secret lands.
Hoarders of truth
And covered in lies
They meet in seclusion
To plan our demise.
Descendants of the fallen
They worship Baal
The evil that they wrought
Dispersed and confused.
Long ago lost
They have roamed the earth
Disembodied evil
Among and amok.
Pulling at our feet
To try and drag us down
From the depths of death
Deep and dark.
Behind the curtain
And in the half shadows
The elusive few
Control the many.
Come out it will
In the fullness of time
But not a minute before
All of us choose.
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