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(Music: Ashmed i/ Lyrics: Proscriptor) |
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I see the Sylphs in my stunned mind |
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The right-side triangle turns upside down. |
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A circle of stellar blue sterilizes my system, |
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As images have Paralda come and go. |
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The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx's eye |
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Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis. |
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I hear the renewal of a vacuumed, swallowed void: |
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Time spirals downward, projective, redemptive. |
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The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire |
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Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn's lamp garnet. |
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Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate, |
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And like the fire, solar and forsaken. |
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So I lionize your names, |
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So I listen to your words, |
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So I arraign to your nerves |
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So I lionize your names, |
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So I listen to your words, |
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So I redirect your seal, |
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Back to the Intelligence. |
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The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx's eye |
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Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis. |
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. |
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The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire |
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Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn's lamp, garnet. |
|
Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate, |
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And like the fire, solar and forsaken. |
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So I lionize your names, |
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So I listen to your words, |
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So I arraign to your nerves |
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So I lionize your names, |
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So I listen to your words, |
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So I redirect your seal, |
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Back to the intelligence. |