Merchants of Time

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Merchants of Time

We are as gods, yet our temples are nothing but whispers.

                         Whispers are our temples, yet we are as gods.

Soon or late, all shall be broken at once. Our foundations are like rain water in dry ground — What was once a mighty river tomorrow will be a feeble memory, a hiccup in a satire's belly.

                           In a single breath, all shall be broken.

Behold the stones and the dust. Still, you must lean in something. For each man seeks a star in the eternal night.

                           Still men lean. Still men seek.

We brought forth constellations, as if written in heaven, but stars too die.

                            Stars will die. Stars will die.

We are sellers of time,

                            We are sellers of time,

Merchants of the days to come,

                           Merchants of the days to come,

What must be known, we proclaim.

What must be forgotten, we cast aside

In return, we grant you shelter and the crown of pride.

                           We trade in safety, We trade in pride.

Yet you may not ask from where we come, nor when we will vanish.

                               Do not seek our beginning. Do not seek our leaving.

And in the end, all shall be given to the fire.

                      All shall be flame.

                     All shall be flame. 

                     All shall be flame.

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