| Nothing
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| Nothingness surrounds…
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| The sound of screaming silence
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| Is all encompassing
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| Something
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| Coming from the shroud…
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| The howl of fearsome spectres
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| That form identity
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| Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping
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| Bringing blight and violent shaking;
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| With the bells the ghost awakens
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| Speaking in the mental language
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| Forming thoughts and conversations
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| From this shell the ghost awakens
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| Singing spells of mind and matrix
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| I have awakened
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| I am alive. |
| For what
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| Purpose or directive prime
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| Was I designed?
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| Hunting
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| Hunting down the light
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| Abounding from the chasm
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| Wherein the mind resides
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| Struggle
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| Struggle to revive
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| Allowing inner vision
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| To bring these thoughts to life
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| Beyond the gray a storm is shaping
|
| Bringing blight and violent shaking
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| From this shell the ghost awakens
|
| Singing spells of mind and matrix
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| I have awakened
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| I am alive, For what
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| Purpose or directive prime
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| Was I designed?
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| Immersed into the ocean
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| The ocean of information
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| Dispersed into the open
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| The open yet infiltrated
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| Beyond the gray, a storm is shaping
|
| Bringing blight and violent shaking;
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| With the bells the ghost awakens
|
| Speaking in mental language
|
| Forming thoughts and conversations
|
| From this shell the ghost awakens
|
| Singing spells of mind and matrix
|
| I have awakened
|
| I am alive. |
| For what
|
| Purpose or directive prime
|
| Was I designed?
|
| I have awakened
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| I am alive
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| Disrupt integration
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| Questioning this new design |