| Where shall union proceed from its self-sealed cage?
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| To solitary tread outside a heart swollen with certainty
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| Beyond this presence, of itself as in I
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| Crack the pearl and break the curse of One for All
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| (And All for Nothing)
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| So Apollyon, slit now your wailing throat
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| And in silence spill forth your name
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| Into the black skull-cup of the universe
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| And with your blood wash our dreary footprints all away
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| Thus I ventured to the graveyard of the gods
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| Resting place for self-slayed suns
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| Where the ruins of long forsaken temples lie
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| That had become shrines of holiest renunciation
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| To pile the tongues of seven slaughtered swine
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| Upon the sacrificial pyres of desolation
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| Yes, «I» was the world that escaped me
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| As the pearl sank traceless back into the bottomless midnight sea
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| Like a shattered star as scattered desert sand
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| Swept adrift by the loneliness of an empty left hand
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| Towards Irkalla’s self-less lands
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| Where No One shall return from yet again
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| «I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
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| Which shall be the darkness of God» |