The man dipped his festering quill once more into his inky, black heart, careful not to let a drop fall out of place as his trembling hand reached for the parchment in the child’s open mind. The world stood still and silent, though time rushed forward and away. A few more lines and it’d all be over, a few more moments until the Sleepers wake from a soft dream to a sharp life.

And they withdrew the truth from you,

_so they might have control. _

_But darkness will soon see the light _

_and light shall take its toll. _

So rise and grow, oh child, glow

_and shine to make the lie be known. _

Our fathers kept us from our past,

_to make their future come to pass. _

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_Awake! _

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