Mirrorchapel

I'm calling out, for a seeking eye Conjuring away from the Along the reeve, the witch of the Figured it out A vacancy afar from here Lurking past our notion She found the eye, it's petrifying reak Drawing near Wanting reconsile Unrefined Crawling from it's pile From every qwoin, the eye adjoin Building mans command but I Within my hands My hold will rule to blast A dawning age, the reaking sage Vascular or not it will enrage And with my flesh, I will only him remit Feeding fear Ruling my frontier To amend The lesser must ascend Feel it thrive It consumes me yet it's worth what we derive Will end my time but I In it's name Will rise an era so sublime The eye, collects all currencies you've traded in life Begins with a guileless gesture, to every mind you've harrowed At the gate A yearning hate It's way to late My only mark is the sage A masterpiece of a deceased Soon I'm long gone from my legacy Soon shall be Another just like me Unrefined Crawling around it's pile Searching for the eye