| Quiesence, so precious, well-nigh forgotten
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| Echoes through the wooden baronial hall
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| Smouldering ornaments, marvelous shimmering
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| Beyond human entities, incinerating the throne
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| In a semblance of triangular madness
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| The worlds ash bursts the urn, breathe, breathe
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| The decay, the ruin, death. |
| Suffuse the spirit with
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| The deepest of all abysms, thrust sanity
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| Down into crimson depths
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| The worlds ash bursts the urn
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| Breathe, breathe the decay, the ruin, death
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| Shatter the Self at times rising predawn, negate
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| All hope, confidence, existence. |
| Withdraw
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| Vigour from the will, the will from vigour
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| Unfold within the entirety of nonentity
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| Renew tides slackening cycle. |
| Stride on
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| Into thereafter, the before, the here and now
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| Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts, drown
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| In the murky hole of reeking degeneration
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| Dispatch the curse of divine uncreation
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| Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts
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| Drown in the murky hole of reeking degeneration |