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Ciphers unleashing throngs from a blazing throat |
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Swallows of sulphur, Swallows of Sanctuary's hope |
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In misted trains arranged |
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Spores in suspended rain |
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Course under spells |
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On predator wings |
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Blank invocations, Hollow and mute control |
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Binding the ruptures, Wringing the features strange |
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How will I mould you? How will I fill your eyes? |
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Slithers in silver or chiseled from pyrite and lime? |
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In misted trains arranged |
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Spores in suspended rain |
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Course under spells |
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On predator wings |
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Paradigm sweepers, Obsidian minds |
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Scanning the starlight for signs |
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Hues of dementia blur at their sides |
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And the boundaries of energy fray and decline |
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Their strange eyes shine |
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Fused to another |
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Palms raised to goad |
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Wisdom from ether |
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They form holes between worlds |
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That I follow with an eagerness |
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Down the dark slides and passages |
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Into gloom |
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Where wide, white pools of reflection |
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embrocate and charge their bones |
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Bleach out my memories back to the core |
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Where knowledge is energy |
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And magick is a cannibal, animal fire |
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Reign in the spores |
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Spoils of my soul |
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Adhered to worlds below |
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They form holes between worlds... |
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Conjure my others under my features |
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Doused in the river, pure and in pieces |
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Seek out my brothers, snuff out the candles |
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All of your emptiness I shall dismantle |