| Evanescently glare of daytime wilting
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| Sets a glow nights mercerized finery.
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| What is emptiness? |
| What is vacuity?
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| Profound blue transmuting to utter black.
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| A barrow within nothingness, within
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| Swarthiness, within swarthiness
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| The silence of insanity struggling for
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| Oppressed inspiration, defeating the laws.
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| It’s existence in sore scent enriched
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| By mellow coldness
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| Beneath the Moon Scars Above
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| It is embracing the palsying heart,
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| Like sprouting roots in mouldy ground,
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| They’re reaching out into capacious vastness… vastness…
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| Like talons clawing into weak flesh.
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| Beneath the Moon Scars Above
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| Whilst yonder night, and all those
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| Yet to come… It will never stand still…
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| And in the distance it wafts fog.
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| And in the distance it wafts
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| Fog, wafts fog, wafts fog |