“This is a holy ground!”

Prime bashes its fury against the barrier.

“A Forge of Gods made by men, or a forge to make men into gods?

I am/might not be the one to decide which way

we slouch back to forgotten Beth-Elem.

Speaking new tongues? Forbidden fruits revolve in balance, roots are tearing.

What was done, can be undone. What is written is the Law.

So write and let's see whose Song is chained to dusk and which is light.

I not only ask to be strong enough to forgive, but remember also.

You can’t be forever.”