Travelled well the triangle of all chains,
The scattering shark infested waters.
Lost from their tribes for all of future's gains,
Waiting to settle in the lands of slaughter.
For all of who are chosen paths destined,
From blood and roots to fester from their own?
This lonesome past which is ours invested,
A future among another disowned.
With peace comes a chance of our time alone,
A light to shine of the barrens of so.
The new hopes of the old naive and grown,
Sprouting fibers as well to fester fro.
Permissible are us as well the chains,
Comes compassion to conquer as it reigns.
Seven Seals of October - Seal VI - Chains broken or forged...the choices ours.