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(In the wake of what's to come, more than one oracle in history point to a single date. |
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We are the last generation to exist before the war. |
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An ancient culture has predicted the date without any form of denial or doubt.) |
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Before the arrival of unmanifested worlds |
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Nothing exists but night and silence |
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In the unending vast yawning void |
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Gods are withdrawn in their supernal spheres |
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Space and time are mere abstractions |
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Matter is nonexistent in the |
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Absence of any organized |
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Vitality |
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Time was not lying asleep in |
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Infinite Duration |
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The mighty winter and long cold night |
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Of nonbeing |
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Realm of the fire melts the distant masses |
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Forming vapor in the void |
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The rivers of lives will embody |
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Untouched worlds |
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No elements, no forms, no times |
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Yet to condense from primordial nebula |
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The dust of dead antecedent stars |
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The gaping abyss is alone |
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Overtones vibrate throughout sleeping shelves of space |
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Protosubstance becoming Orgalmer |
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From the giants flesh planets were born |
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Raging seas of his blood |
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From his bones mountains rise |
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Creative process of progressive manifestation |
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Marks the feeding of the tree of life |
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The three have connotation |
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Of power to control |
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Officiating at the rites of procreation |
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And bringing death by withdrawing consciousness |
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From the spheres of being |
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The rivers kingdoms pursue |
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Their courses of embodiment |
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Through the agents of creation and destruction |
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The souls past decides |
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Judgment of its inner God |
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Domains now form |
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Existence reveals |
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Energy which travels through |
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Waters of space |
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And its place in the many layered regions of the dead |
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As humans will be born |
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So the threat to us is formed |
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In infinite space breeds |
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A multiple of new seeds |
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In regions of the universe will live rancorous beings |
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Set to subjugate |
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The Vervum they will seek |
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For the power struggle to control destiny |
