Build until you die

 Build the empire slowly came the whisper
Use the secrets I will impart to you
Bring it slowly into being by listening
Something bigger than ourselves

Fix yourself to the belief
A whisper underneath
Do you hear it echo
Birth cry, death throes

Take little parts bit by bit
Queitly discard what resists
Move forward if destiny invites
Build this thing until you die

But death is not the cost or the way
This is your solemn worship
Empowerment of day
Vocational bliss, flourishing focus

Grow this place up from shallow roots
Listen to these whispers
Every great dream finds a person that suits
Fate does the rest while you lie listless

Build this thing until you truly die
Until belief finds a home and hall
In the brick and mortar of a shrine
It inhabits the ceilings and walls

Leave the door open ready to greet
So Father reality and brother fate may meet
Convince them to conspire on your behalf
or die trying, worn, broken will, broken heart!