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Milleniums turn to sand |
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Behesting the souls of the ashes begrim'd |
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Vague dreams of god dwell within them all |
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Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times |
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His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught |
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Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue |
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His trident did rise again |
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To pierce dimensions, nebulars with lethal breath of chasmic starless cold |
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The being who is the oldest of times |
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Lurking in the beings who multiply and unify, erecting the glorious reign |
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His name spoken words |
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Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness |
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Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed... |
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Souls of reddening skies |
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Upon this necklace they thread as stones |
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Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries |
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In galaxies savouring horror |
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Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected |
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Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of |
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Chaos Infinity born of perfection enthroned |
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The forefather who let them drink of his essence |
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Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's own! |
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Vague dreams of god dwell within them all |
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Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times |
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His mask cracks |
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Revealing the altars of ire unleashed |
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Devouring desires born of the past |
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Into the glory of unity does he arise! |
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Sans mercy |
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I contemplate |
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Vanity swirling and raging in me |
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My dust comprises his entirety |
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For I am the |
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Source, I am the |
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Key, I am the |
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Primal Chaos |
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My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of |
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Un The name of all gods are compelled by my own |
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Eternally do |
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I change To spawn dimensions, nebulars by cursed song of chasmic starless cold |
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The being |
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I am older than old |
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Blasphemy sans shapes or forms |
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Pulsation of unknown tytanic |
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Chaos |
