| In an age of dark and boundless riddle
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| An artifact of reflective glass was discovered
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| And brought to a King of eld, encroaching irreversible decrepitude
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| During a laborious search for any and all demented fruits
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| Bearing any unknown wonder or remedy for timely death
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| Above or below the broad aberrant land that which he ruled over
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| Then uncertain of its hidden wisdom
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| The artifact was unearthed
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| And with haste, taken to the kingdom
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| Where it gained control
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| The glass proved to be most abnormal
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| Even more so then where it was first found
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| For this living mirror was discovered nesting
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| Deep within the dank dark bowels of an ancient well
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| Below an army’s worth of old boiling blood
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| Entrenched amidst a windy maddening maze of sand dunes
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| In the great blistering dead black desert
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| As the king received this treasure from the netherworld
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| Immediately he could sense
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| The power that it held was not from earth
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| Reflecting with imperfection as if it was imitating
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| First only what stood before it
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| Then whomever it desired
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| Yes — it had desire
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| It would cast the king with obsessive reprise
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| For this was a mimic, not a mirror
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| The glass was very much alive
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| Becoming of many as each reflection came to life
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| The dilated pupil of the mirror started dripping liquid
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| Leeching out from its maternal well was the first duplication
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| Tearing through its keeper
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| Fiercely ripping out the retinal membrane
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| Born ripe in slime
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| Summoned from its slumber with inherent malice for man
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| Cloaked in black embryonic fluid from an ominous cosmic womb
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| Hypnotized in awe and wonder
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| As one by one, they crossed over
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| Replicants from beyond
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| Blood lust…
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| As the deathless ringers arose
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| The artifact grew roots
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| Planting itself into the castle’s centre
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| Burrowing its living venom deep into our planet’s core
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| Drilling the portal into oblivion
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| Birthing spawns from evermore
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| Mutations from parallel dimensions
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| Then conspired against the King
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| When his six reflections had crossed over
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| Their transfer linked the realms together
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| Creating a chain of worlds
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| That although remain separate
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| Share a new born centre
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| The centre of this link is the endless pit into oblivion
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| The infinite and non-linear chamber of Kairos
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| The King was bound and cast into this pit
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| By his evil duplicates
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| The infinite hells created by his deepest fears
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| Torment him endlessly in a moment of frozen time
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| Sacrifices to the pit were necessary
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| To restore the rightful order
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| Ending the King’s reign
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| Seven crowns and the oblivion chain
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| Six, seven and nine
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| We are the six, with you we are seven
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| The artifact and the portal make nine
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| This revelation of sacred numerology
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| Is the key to unlock a life without time
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| When these numbers align then the gates will open
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| Sixes, sevens and nines
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| Seven crowns and the oblivion chain
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| Seven crowns…
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| Into oblivion |