| The sleeper awakens
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| To an estranged abode
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| Aeons ensconced in Cimmerian shade
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| A cherub defrocked unearths true grace
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| Shield my eyes from the light
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| Innocent retinas deserve no such torture
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| It derives from hominid hands
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| The greatest sin of all; |
| a ruse for feeble minds
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| We are the Philosophers of Grime
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| Sovereigns of creation
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| Eternity ornate
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| Tending threads with the Fates
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| Fuck all the angels
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| Heaven torn down
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| By frail convictions
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| Mercy begged through twisted benedictions
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| Not indiscriminate malevolence
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| But reason’s new dawn
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| Stripped of ancient sins
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| We flirt with the shroud of infinity
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| Tempting utopia
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| We bend not but with the cosmic winds
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| We are sons of the stars
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| To each, divinity; |
| unfathomable acuity
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| The only darkness, a freedom from malicious light
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| Oracles of the vermillion sunrise |