God bears no name  

When I used to search for ghostwords,

I believed each entity is sentient

The astrologer never helped me to find it,

He was afraid that ventriloquist might steal it

The astrologer could hear the songs without his ears.



Learn the ghostword you must to manipulate it

And unlearn it to use it again

The messenger of the ghostword will never arrive

Cause your deception calls the young birds

Trees roam free over the burning seas



Numbers of shadows keep rising

Immortal stays the body of Arizel

In the puppeteer’s blood she dwells

The unknown power hit me,

When I waited for Arizel on my asylum’s stairs.



The trees became the newborns

Some of them turning into skies

The river will not stay oblivious

I pray it will eventually start giving shelter,

To them who bring back her possessions.



The skies the infants,

By newborns they will always be summoned

The evening bells have now started to chime

The gallows rust by the morning light

The new day invokes a nostalgic life.



If the latch on the Toolshed happen to open,

The age of confluence will arrive again

With force much stronger

The ghostword wouldn’t be used again

The prophesier would lose its powers



Now you know,

It was the puppeteer who bred what you sing

The skies will be watching you all forever

The river will accept your ordure

The god bears no name in our brave new world.

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