We are the masters of waiting. Guarding the tombs of ancient r | Thoughts Hub

We are the masters of waiting. Guarding the tombs of ancient rivers. Passing the centuries through the rosary of eternity. Remembering in the land of annihilation. Prayers were to gods of living silt and water. Remove your face at our sacred valley and come. We will not defile the eternity of our darkness with light for your sake. Remove your eyes and walk through the blindness to us. Cast the spell of silence on your heart so you can hear the breathing of dreams captured through endless insomnia. This death is too pure to accept your filth of life.