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Beleif Oct 2015
The water rises,
And I awaken in the dark of the tunnel stream.
The lights have vanished,
And my perception is lost.

As my eyes are open;
Home to view these ancient walls.
In paintings, I have only seen
These deathly catacomb halls.

My lights awaken,
The water shaken.
Gone are the hooded paintings; stolen
From the dephs of the catacomb halls.

From the doctrines of space and nature,
I paint the walls with answers
To guide the ancients who rebuilt the city.
Once more, the water rises.
One more, another body
To flow through the tunnel stream.
Part five of "Blooming Subterrane."
Beleif Oct 2015
Blurring,
Through a lifeless realm of light.

Blinding,
Is the massive ray display!
Phasing through two different voids,
As life enfolds, the dark engulfed.

Before the storm,
The tallest bricks reform.
And waves ring silence,
As the boat stays on the shore!

I'll travel to the distant past
To cast the gauntlet to the mass!

As the wise men fill with rage,
Their heads take cover
Under hoods of shape!

Detonate!
Part IV of "Blooming Subterrane."
Beleif Oct 2015
The times are dark,
But we have light
Along our hidden stream.

Yet it is the city's heart
I've been invited to set free.

Yes, my dear,
The times are dark.
Need you grant me your leave.
Yet you know I must be gone
To a place beyond our age.

You'll see my paint on
Central halls if I do succeed;
Saddening to watch you fall,
As I step in the machine.
Part three of "Blooming Subterrane."
Beleif Oct 2015
Doctor Monteni,

You see,
What was lost is still earthbound;
We shall form the shaping rounds.
From the caverns, teach the temples,
Lead the cities to the highest stars!

Monteni,
Wash the paintings from the wall,
For they drove the kingdom's fall.

In our machine of winding hands,
Travel through the times beyond
As it is us who'll light the dawn.
Part two of "Blooming Subterrane."
Beleif Oct 2015
I can't say how I'm feeling,
But this feeling isn't right.
I was reminded last time
Why I'm staying home tonight.

My views are contradicting
Their feeling of what's right.
Their words cannot convince me,
As they're failing to provide.

It is with hope,
My words convince you
As I give my reason why.
It is not yours to decide
The outcome of my plight.

Smoke fills the air,
They whisper prayers.
Uninvolved, I stand up tall.
What I was taught are not the laws,
I will stay home all night long.
Beleif Oct 2015
Planet of imprisoned pasts,
Time of dark and ragged masks.
Life of chants and pointless tasks,
Take a cask,
Let living last.

Yet under the cloak of the waterfall,
Despite the warnings in nature's call;
The Unhooded work on a better machine;

To spin a storm;
And set them free.
Part I of "Blooming Subterrane."
Beleif Aug 2015
What can I do?
What have I seen?
The lessons I've learned fall in line with reality.
Where can I go?
For the gates have been closed.

What can I know?
Part three and finale of "The Pond."
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