| Amidst these erected concrete wastelands
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| That your footsteps plow to sow your barren dreams
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| As well as those stellar shipwrecks flickering afar
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| That drifts in the idle, perfunctory current of the ages
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| And amidst this stumbling procession of thoughts and lives
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| And worlds and broken fingernails
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| Dust
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| Yes, amidst all this, it came to pass
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| That Eternity was stolen
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| And punctuated
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| The abyss awoke and spoke it’s name
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| Piercing the breath of the soul and the tissue of time
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| A steel-eyed horror nailing history’s scalp
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| Upon the crooked crux of all destinies aligned
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| A spark in the alley of dry ash trees
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| Stretching out into meaningless obscurity
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| Uprooted and aflame at the end of this grave descent
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| At the absolute nadir of the firmament
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| As Everything out from nothing became something
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| Or Something out from nothing became everything
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| The feral winds flee the fetching hand yet
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| Ever in a moment God bends beneath my tongue
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| And say:
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| I AM THAT I AM
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| Amidst this funeral sty that you claim to be your home
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| And amidst this yawning chasm of silence that you’ve flooded with your moans
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| Now — here: Nowhere
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| Death unlocks like a blazing charm of
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| Uncoiled, dawn, star
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| And traceless lightning
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| Traceless lightning between all that must or ought |