| The crest light of divinity will never shine
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| Contemporarily refined through a catastrophic hell
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| Buried deep within the blood of traditional revolution
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| A distrust to decipher man’s evolution,
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| The future never known
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| A black hole of undivine nature for destruction of heresy
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| The stellar cycle about to be sucked into the imploding dark star to resurface
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| an early cycle of man for a new millenium
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| Closure begins in collapse, Dissolving into the raven giant
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| We are timeless… within damnation
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| Outer descent thrown into a reversal of extinction
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| No emotion within this promise of damnation
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| On sorelines of the perverse
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| The Armageddon of prophecies unfold
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| This threshold of an event horizon
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| Collapses into a closure of negative density
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| Look past the stories of life
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| Look beyond these lies of a garden of delight
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| The serpents tale is only beginning of this interstellar rebirth
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| Hell’s cold fire
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| Begin a cycle reborn
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| Devouring of utopia
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| Attain within non-escape
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| Haste to collide with this transitional barrier that makes a dead man free
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| The cold ground is a warm death that leaves the personal idea of dying a
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| lonesome rebirth
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| Grasp towards the sky from within this depression
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| As mountains of scattered head stones lay
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| A far worse burial stigma becoming the inquisition
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| The black heart of cold faith
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| Bare this cross a tranquil agnostic epitaph
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| The delivery of a condemned ideal
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| The veil closes its swollen eyes from above
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| This bitter evocation sealing the blackness of love |