By a book

By a book Weaving a world through words of old No matter for pain in these moments cold Spread to settle on deified dirt Cleanse for a future of white wash worth Courting confusion through fog of war All enemies' beasts so burn the accord Weave wider field for territory trend What will this yield... more fires to fend Old star wants it all By the book, hold prophesy call Through extreme, we're struck. A fight for land Hands in the middle, stuck in quick sand Both burn the others' old rhyme and game Deals with deities fuel these fights insane Breeding delusion in brutal game Few feast free vision on this runaway train Danger agreed, most lose their mind' Faith stranger seeds just can't be kind Old star wants it all By the book, hold prophesy call 21 August 2026