| It’s blindness what your warrens became
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| Lest you descend to depths you can’t fathom
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| Fragments of Yetzirah to feed the circle
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| If more is less then you’ll become all
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| Why to embrace a dreamland perishing?
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| Well, I abandoned my sight so I can See
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| To shun the false light, Yaldabaoth
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| Garden of Assiah under his rule tyrannical
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| Cause-mos wherein the false mirror’s idol
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| Shall be chocked by the dimness of its own
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| I self trail to anti-law's course,
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| As a stream to its fountain lead
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| As a seed that matures,
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| Since its roots from non matter are fed
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| Body of clay, body fragile,
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| Such shapes lie beyond your grasp
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| My spine like a serpent it slithers
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| Masked under my nature’s husk
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| Climbing reversed to Antichton and what stands below
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| Warmth coiling around my beinglessness acausal
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| It’s not for the blind to see my mercurial body glow!
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| O what a glow, For I am the Sun and the world is my shroud! |