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My scarlet visions, like refelections of my subconscious. |
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Beyond the starlit heaven the horizon burns with flames, so red. |
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As my eyes bear witness to this euphoria, this apocalypse, |
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I hear the gates within my head open silently. |
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A new world takes form and its attraction temps me to enter. |
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I leave my body without farewells, peacefully through violet corridors, painted with beautiful reflections, from my life. |
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A sunrise beckons beyond the clouds, so dark, as rivers stream through the air in stillness. |
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Through the emptiness where thoughts take form, and into the lands of purgatory. |
