Dharma- Final track

[stendhal]

"Reckoning."

De Duolcos:
It's not that the words come out wrong,
It's that they don't come out at all.
There's isn't a need to cant on
Without eager ears for your tongue.
Being ignored or isolated
Is worse than scorned and hated
Being so alone
Is worse than any shattered limb
Or broken bone.
With every step across the belly
I gain more clarity
Coscious gave me
Ample warning
But I spat it in his face
Took the world to a watery grave
My life has been lived in vain.

Upon looking down
A sight comes around
And I can see
I was at least
A bit right
Behold, a fantastic sight
More glorious
Than anything seen by man's eyes
A myriad of cogs
On the gears
In Coscious
Visible through his glass stomach
Shows life slowing down
Shows what I've brought around;
Shows a delicate balance
That by my hands drowned
Yet still shows brilliantly
The meaning of harmony
The one absolute truth
Becomes abundantly
Clear to me.

Like a puzzle lacking pieces
We only equate to the sum of our parts
But we're missing so many now,
I've not the slightest as to where to start.
Then my thoughts turn from creating my Hell
From locking myself inside a prison cell
To Onecca's gift to me,

My satchel… the seeds.