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A pale figure, impale the space, |
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Split in two, double-coiled - enter, into the womb, |
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1000 arms reach out, ash-trees, ash-three, |
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1000 eyes gaze upon you, |
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Step forward and join the fog, |
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The silvery space, then, |
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Share a moment with the dark ones, |
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A black lotus, facing downwards - |
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The flow of seething visions, the chameleon from an abyss Which all things come, |
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The great one whose name has no end, |
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Impale the pale, impale the essence, |
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I shed off the chameleon skin and open the atlas of being, 1000 arms guide from chaos to clarity, |
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1000 piercing eyes now evade me, await me |