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Like puny insects without a destination |
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in the mud of Malkuth these bodies crawl |
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but our eyes are fixed beyond the horizon |
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where our sidereal thrones are towering tall |
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Silent is the call to splendour in man |
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felt by billions yet indulged by few |
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inertia and ruin walk hand in hand |
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in a world that idleness has consumed |
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Equality is the ruthless slayer of liberty |
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when those are beheaded that rise above |
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seemingly desirable it leads to constraint |
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and all such deception we must renounce |
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Just as beasts become men so shall kings turn into gods |
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life by life to slowly ascend towards the sanctum of stars |
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Ekpyrosis, you may soon swallow us all |
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but we shall not atone in your fatal flames |
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for our fate is certain and will so strong |
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that from your grasp we shall escape |
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Like puny insects without a destination |
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in the mud of Malkuth these bodies crawl |
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but our minds are freed beyond the horizon |
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where sacred words sound through cosmic halls |
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That which we yearn with force we're to take |
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for anything worthy is never handed down |
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it is the heart and not will that must cave |
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if you wish to touch the heavens unbound |
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Only in the abyss true godhood is forged |
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through sacrifice and pain our passage goes |
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thus the road to glory remains uncrowded |
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as the price for this is too great for most |
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Just as beasts become men so shall kings turn into gods |
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life by life to slowly ascend towards the sanctum of stars |
