| Again I took a glance at the opposite chine
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| Where abdicating sun left its last sigh of agony
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| The shivering response at the lunar kingdom
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| The malediction to unfold myself
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| From the highest tower I submerge into pondering
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| To penetrate behind the facade
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| Where the monstrosity arose in immemorial ages
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| Strewed into soil of the incapacity conscience
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| Adorned with the garment of clods pretending gems
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| A custom hoisted to the absurd level
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| Of platitudes anyhow obscure
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| I stir the mountain storm to heavenly dissidence
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| An overthrowing winds of defiance to the usurpation
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| Since internal repugnant antilogy
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| Revealed between each of chain units
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| I depart to the earthworms' bottom
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| To behold the swarm rising the temples
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| The fear altars to praise the lord of craft destructive
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| Beseech not to tread while wandering
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| A response to ascending withdraw
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| Into darker evilness chapel
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| As the journeys turn oddly mystical
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| Either I become the old forgotten tale
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| Spoken silently by the distant winds
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| In the mist-coated autumn dusk |