| I am the wind, I am the sea,
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| Every idle belief, every grief
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| And I am the dessert sands, that moves like the Serpent
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| And I am the rivers flow and the arc of Orion’s bow
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| And I am the howling scream, the nightmare and the waking dream
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| And I speak the hallowed and accursed word
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| I am life I am death, the ageless prayer unheard
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| I am the truth, I am lies, the dark and the light
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| The twisting of winged serpents, and of madness
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| The Holy one and the betrayer, the birth and murder of love
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| And I am the paradox, all that you perceive, everthing all at once
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| And they call him Abraxas, to see him means blindness, to worship him is death
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| To know him brings sickness, to fear him wisdom,
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| Not to resist brings liberation
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| And call as you might I shall not listen
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| For I am nothing, I am all I am Indifferent |