| A landmine underfoot, a shining light, awash and lifting
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| Tone burnt brain, whispering and wandering
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| Flesh slabs stacked, in stance belonging
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| Oculum hallucinantur
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| Grasped at chance, baleful yearning
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| The restlessness of pining servants
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| Fidem mendaces, fidem stulti
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| Shining light awash and stark shone against a black whippet trunk
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| Beaming white, «All matter is just the devil crawling back to God.»
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| Turn away and turn towards tone burnt beings crawling and probing
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| Beaming white, «All matter is just the devil crawling back to God.»
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| Oculum hallucinantur
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| Grasped at chance, baleful yearning
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| The restlessness of pining servants
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| Fidem mendaces, fidem stulti
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| Faith redoubled, distance standing
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| Blistering against the miles of desert
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| Spiritual deprivation, spiritual destruction
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| No God or harmony, no bliss, no empathy
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| Just a lifetime of emptiness and a belly of regret |