The masking years amassing wore my strength And nothing seems to rest my weary head If I allowed the show to finally end I fear no one would hold my weary hand. Unveiling parts unfeigned They surface interfacing Raptured yielding, Quiet ease. Hold me together for a while. Hold me while I carry my whole height. Hope Hearts in heaps will harvest all they sowed. A rift in the substance of all incarnations Disturbing the sequence imposed by Empire Lies in the form of divergence but currently crumbles Under violent pressure The rift is incessantly deepening Causing its bearers to feel inextricably queer How can they stay with a present that feels so alien? How can they live with this burden? Fused, crawling, Yet to be birthed but already felt A wisdom dawning With a vastness so hydrous it mutates the end. Hold it together for a while. Hold it while you carry your whole height. Hope Hearts in heaps will harvest all they sowed.