| Sometimes red curtains fall
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| Before the act has headed for the wings
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| As on that night disaster crawled out from the stalls…
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| Suddenly the dark, the thickest Stygian dark
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| Pressing on all sides with vertigo
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| Running from the quickest in the sickest abyss
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| My spirit’s lifted by an angel of woe
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| A dredged up dreadful past
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| Drags discordant thoughts my way
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| Unforgiven and driven to despair
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| I sense the mordant wraith Azazel
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| Standing there
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| Now the vision simmers
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| I spy a distant gleam
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| Racing ever closer
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| Through this persistent dream
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| And by its welcome glimmer
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| Writhing into sight
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| The brutish groping nightmares
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| That hide beside the light
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| Then a roar
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| And a voice like a pride of lions
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| Thunders from the maw
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| In a blackened mass
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| The creatures flee
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| Screaming bloody murder as
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| A shining gateway opens for me
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| Death, the great adventure
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| At the peril of my soul
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| I welcome death, the great avenger
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| Spared this awful realm
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| Where those who stalk the living haunt the murk
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| Untethered pleasures keep them tied to flawed
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| Humana
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| I’m floating upward still, to where the tunnel mouth reveals
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| Two Manitcores that ward an ebon door
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| I muster that resolve, as the luminance dissolves
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| And I am thrust headlong before their venomous jaws
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| I am in darkness again
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| But here accursedness is vastly deeper
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| Unforgiven and given to torment
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| I am nothing
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| Grotesque, grotesque, bereft of judgment
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| This abyss, a voice
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| Where stripped of all but Self
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| One must wish to be destroyed
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| To pass on somewhere else
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| Beyond this pit of wicked shouts
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| Madness and fallacies
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| Aeons I failed to rail my doubts
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| Before fear left love saving me
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| Then a roar
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| And a voice like the clash of Titans
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| Thunders from the maw
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| In a seething mass
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| The horrors flee
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| Screaming bloody murder as
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| A shrouded sky opens immensely
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| Listen!
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| What Eden shall arise
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| Abundant from the cliffs that stunt Hell’s repundant cries?
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| A view of breathtaking beauty
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| Unveils, as the sun disperses
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| Perversities
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| Death, the great adventure
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| For the glory of my soul
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| I welcome death, the great avenger
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| The damaged man revies
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| With dawning truth, this morning suits
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| The world I left abruptly
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| In exaltation, I find myself alive
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| Near-death to steer a life long-led corruptly
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| The sweet silver chord that keeps me moored
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| I know that heaven sent her
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| From the cold to hold her face again
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| I rose from death, the great adventure |