psychomagically

things come to an endabruptly, spurring new beginningswill you take yourself for the fool that you areyou, without numberyou, without identitythe king cannot move and your dream is dead.yet this too, was a blessingthis too, was a soft lighttouch from sky, screaming from abovescreaming with everything that is lovethis time, you gothis time, you have finally heard.--my translation (not yours):take matters into your own handsor you shall wither and die.