From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

the experience, the voice of the third eye…

peel away the fetter
blow away the tether
pump and turn forever
in her eye I am born
A mirage, a feint
the curse of a blind saint
patron of three generations

Who’s freezing, cracking haunted
the eye of birth and still
breaking up and wanting
this body to break this spell

[taken from artifact. location – former Great Lakes Region, Continent 1.

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