In Case of Revolution, Break Glass

I am the rose that springs up in the footprint of the dragon.
You may know me by my thorns.
I am the seed of the lightning.
I go masked in the faceless city.
I consort with crows, for their hunger is pure.
The wise man does not know me and the fool has not seen me.
When the stones have fallen I will come forth; I will come forth among the stones.
Beware my thorns.

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