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The crest light of divinity will never shine |
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Contemporarily refined through a catastrophic hell |
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Buried deep within the blood of traditional revolution |
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A distrust to decipher man's evolution, |
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The future never known |
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A black hole of undivine nature for destruction of heresy |
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The stellar cycle about to be sucked into the imploding dark star to resurface an early cycle of man for a new millenium |
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Closure begins in collapse, |
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Dissolving into the raven giant |
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We are timeless...within damnation |
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Outer descent thrown into a reversal of extinction |
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No emotion within this promise of damnation |
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On sorelines of the perverse |
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The Armageddon of prophecies unfold |
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This threshold of an event horizon |
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Collapses into a closure of negative density |
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Look past the stories of life |
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Look beyond these lies of a garden of delight |
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The serpents tale is only beginning of this interstellar rebirth |
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Hell's cold fire |
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Begin a cycle reborn |
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Devouring of utopia |
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Attain within non-escape |
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Haste to collide with this transi tional barrier that makes a dead man free |
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The cold ground is a warm death that leaves the personal idea of dying a lonesome rebirth |
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Grasp towards the sky from within this depression |
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As mountains of scattered head stones lay |
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A far worse burial stigma becoming the inquisition |
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The black heart of cold faith |
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Bare this cross a tranquil agnostic epitaph |
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The delivery of a condemned ideal |
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The veil closes its swollen eyes from above |
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This bitter evocation sealing the blackness of love |
