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He is alone in space where no one dwells |
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Neither voice nor whisper neither handgrasp |
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Nor other heart's warmth in the solitude of the eclipse |
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Imprisoned in the obscure void of a voiceless denial |
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No pity or sympathy of the other soul to be met |
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But a ghastly shadowed night - burning nothingness |
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Having descended into darkness like the one |
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Who has lost his sight and lost the signs to be followed |
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I am Creator of a myriad souls of mine |
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I am Creator of infinite views |
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The force is held within the stream of his own fantasies |
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Transforming cosmic desires into astray reality |
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Creating an infinite dream of a new place to live for him |
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He's intent to disintegrate into countless pieces, multiple forms |
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He will sow the seeds of foe straight amongst them |
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He will sow the seeds of war cold and blackest |
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He will weave the threads of fate inside the great one |
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He will sow the seeds of peace and reap the harvest "I will ensnare them with ignorance..." "Thou art Incarnated Souls..." "...but allowing to acknowledge..." "...Thou art Master of Eternity..." "...everything...everything anew" |
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And now the time has come when there's no need in personality |
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But a myriad of living beings yearn to unite forerver |
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Reality is to be born out of his fantasy |
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He gazed mightily into darkness and uttered: "Let there be light" |
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I am Creator of a myriad souls |
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I am Creator of infinite views ...and the light appeared... |
