Settle your debts with the old embittered vultures,
Ironclad, powerful but resentful,
And envious,
Locked away in their tower on the hill.
Do this,
And rise again reborn,
New life in a new world,
Primeval as when the earth was young,
Still wild and impressionable.
Go way back,
Before the vultures had sustenance,
Before the world had definite shape,
And then keep going.
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