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He and his old gnarled hands, |
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Nobody knows what he actually thinks |
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Sitting on his throne of stars and contempt |
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Wondering about the quintessence between worlds |
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Staring at the hammer in his fist... |
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Here now is the culmination of all life and worlds |
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All voids meet at the old man's call |
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Drawn to be consumed in the eternal galactic fire |
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The divine ones shift in their waiting |
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Planets destroy planets as the ether extinguishes all |
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But the old one knows the fate of all |
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And smiles to himself as he raises the hammer |
