Oh, I know things past all comprehension, Enough to drive the sanest mad anon. While I shall never see the rising sun Since my reality will be long-gone, My place between the worlds now feels like home. My father's house has lost its luster now, Its glow eclipsed by that of this new tome Whose source is found in thoughts I must allow. So now I leave behind all one may learn And lock that wealth behind my judging gate For this is knowledge one must justly earn. This I may tell before one wins their fate: That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die.
