| Its slender frame
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| Felt like barren stone
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| Inside a black covering
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| Hovering above the horizon
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| Drone of death
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| Drone of creation
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| The whole form
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| Expressing only will and power
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| It was soon lost to sight
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| Manifesting growth
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| The birth of life
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| The end of all
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| Drone of creation
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| Drone of death
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| No signs of human feeling
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| Heavy leaden curtains covering all
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| Physical fatigue and mental suffering
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| Hide away in your den
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| I will be retreating
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| It will be advancing
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| Lik a serpent of material lif
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| Seeking to devour its children
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| Taking unto itself wings
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| To fly into the dryness of the eternal desert
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| The shadow was that of a vault
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| A protestation
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| Of the prophetic spirit life
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| Condemning the east and west
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| Blackness surrounding all
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| I read it in the figure, gleaming in darkness
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| I can feel it drawing near, deep vaults, closing doors
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| Gathering and boring down
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| From the fathomless shadows
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| Hopeless we are, fighting
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| Behemoths
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| Becoming a monster
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| A receiver
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| Penetrating the core
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| Finding destruction
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| Into the labyrinth
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| In hardness against themselves
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| Becoming a monster
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| A receiver
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| Drone of creation
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| Drone of death
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| Into the labyrinth I go
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| In hardness against themselves and against others
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| Turning inwards, gathering the strength for self-conquest |