Drawing life from aeons
Pulls taut the lines of fate's design
Come crawling spider I am waiting
I crossed the river and the sky
And found the willow weeping
To plant a seed of my design
See spider I am also weaving
I may not spin gossamer threads
Which once you wove around my limbs
But with my life and with my blood
I'll claw my way out from your scheming
I may not spin gossamer threads
Which once you wove around my limbs
But with my life and with my blood
I'll claw my way out from your scheming
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