| Behold the darkest ideology
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| An empty realm
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| Born from dust
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| Nothingness rests upon this empty plane
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| Creationism is within its gaze
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| I exist
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| I am god
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| Nothing, everything
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| Nexus to primordial existence
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| Within the darkness I was conceived
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| A fusion of energies
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| Seeping into materialized existence
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| Atomized within the bounds of amalgamate, a surrogate
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| Animate my incarnate, formulate and duplicate
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| I descend from my unexposed realm
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| The prismatic abyss
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| I deem creation to be excreted from my abomination
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| Otherworldly foundations, formulation, organic cultivations
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| Splinters of my being
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| Pierce this realm
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| Torn apart through sacrifice
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| My being severed to recreate
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| This realm of darkness
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| Illuminates for the first time
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| Elements of my soul
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| Seedlings of organic matter
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| Planted upon this empty realm
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| Where nothing dwells
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| These cosmic entities awake
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| Kneeling before my provenance
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| Transformation cycle brinks completion
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| As they hatch from enigmatic spheres
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| They stare upon my wretched being
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| Transformation cycle now complete
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| Oh my children breathe overwhelming
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| Oh my children breathe empowering
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| I exist
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| I am god
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| Nothing, everything
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| Nexus to primordial existence
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| My gruesome abominations follow me
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| Venturing transcended time
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| Leaving behind the nothingness
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| Frozen in time forevermore |