| Hell, a beckoning circle, a
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| Means to summon thee
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| In the womb of wombs — to return to infancy
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| I am understanding, I will solve the meaning
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| I am illusion, I will manifest in perfection
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| Stagnated despair, my inner urge serenades
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| I am the ashen moth to my flame
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| I walk with the fire of will
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| My secrets lie beneath the ruins of I
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| Spiral unto me in serpentine song
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| Autoerotic slithering, scarletly draped in lust
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| Nocturnal emissions drip into
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| The gaping chasm of flesh
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| A crescent moon, a dancing star
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| Becomes one with the All
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| The golden path of her gateway
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| Agape, In arabesque, adagio
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| The seed of the beast, the milk of her breast
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| I drink deep from thy chalice blessed
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| In harlotry whoredom, my mistress of unity
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| The singular current of eternal salvation
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| Fear no longer dwells in this heart of will
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| Indivisible blood now flows
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| Scarletly draped in love
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| I destroy myself to create myself
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| I am nothing. |
| I am everything |