| Free from enduring slumber, From barren flesh ascend
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| Prone before eternity, Seek the unknowable
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| Exalt in that solitude, Into this eerie halt
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| Behold the night’s prelude, Fear not the twilight’s fate
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| Heed the call to birth the Self, Woe to those who would hinder
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| Your path… Is infinite, Forged by a fiery tongue
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| The moon for you grimaces, Yet once it teased & jacked
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| Its light’s a wicked place, For those whose hearts turn Black
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| Over the magick there that waves
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| And celebrates an empty grave
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| As not a sun obscured the skies
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| Many Hours float darkly by
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| And my soul, as it shall forceful be
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| Your fires guide to Light and thee
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| For what could be more enlightened
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| Than spells a wrathful heart may cast
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| To crush the way of a fool God |