Junius Ten Year Librarian
I could only immerse myself into the books that spoke
of ancient times.
And two works came out of it, actually were born six
months apart, in the Spring of 1940.
And then I knew that I would have to stay long, here.
Working through the night, waiting for a sign
As I sacrifice, under candle light
Books bury the room, the comforts of a tomb
I'll rewrite everything that we knew
Obsession takes my life, as the years they pass me by
I grow tired, as day breaks into night
The more I perfect, the more blood I shed
Because the better we are, the harder we starve
I am confined to scorn my life
Because the better we are, the father we'll go to scar
We are so curious...
We are the fault in all we know
I am consumed...
And it just kills me when I'm out of the room
I cannot give up, it's almost done!
I'm just waiting for a sign from above...
War fares, blood shared...
Do you notice? We forget
We're born of the same design, but there is great
divide
The force of the lore, the fate we ignore
Born with a blinded eye
We are designed to find
The source of the soul
The faith they withhold
My life is not mine
I gave it to the world
It's closing in... My battle begins!
And now it's my time to show all
The true wrath of god, the past we forgot
And I will shine light for all...
bound to the signs above
