| Free me from this prison formed of flesh
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| Too long have I desired to depart
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| Wake me not from my lucid dreams
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| For there I tread the path towards the great unseen
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| Thus I rise
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| Rid of human form
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| This futile false image of God
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| Soul ascent
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| On wings of death I fly
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| To liberate the self is to die
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| Eternity in silence
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| An ever open eye fixed upon the starless emptiness of sky
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| Ever seeking solace in bitter nothingness
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| The anguish of existence lingering in death
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| Time counts down to zero
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| Moments cease to pass
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| For here there is no future or memory of the past
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| Amaranthine darkness
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| The gateways are concealed
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| Ignite me with the flame by which they are revealed
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| When at last I am unbound
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| Rid of hopeless need and aspiration
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| Out from the chasm I’ll ascend
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| Through gates wide open
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| To where the truth is absolute
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| Where all obstructions are removed
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| Where mortal rules are broken
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| Where all delusions are destroyed
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| I am here
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| My waking death
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| And there upon the departure of my being
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| An all-encompassing darkness encircled and enraptured me
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| It set me upon the winding pathways towards damnation
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| So that I could know for myself the absolute absence of anything |