| Nocturnal passage to worlds beyond the frame of so called reality…
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| A dream that takes you for a journey across the most twisted scenes as far as
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| your imagination is concerned…
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| Neurons lost in the labyrinth with no exit, an astral body unable to come back.
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| «A spirit passed before me: I beheld
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| The face of immortality unveiled —
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| Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine —
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| And there it stood, — all formless — but divine:
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| Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
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| And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:
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| Is man more just than God? |
| Is man more pure
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| Than He who deems even Seraphs insecure?
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| Creatures of clay — vain dwellers in the dust!
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| The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
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| Things of a day! |
| you wither ere the night
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| Heedless and blind to Wisdom’s wasted light!»
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| Pray! |
| Devour words and gestures
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| Pray! |
| For all your hope is gone
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| Pray! |
| To stimulate your spirit
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| Slay! |
| Before they’ll take it all…
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| An astral body unable to come back
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| Nocturnal passage to worlds beyond the frame…
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| Passage — dream to be awake… |