| I am staring at the sun of the nothing
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| For I want to eat the visions of God
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| Consuming the knowledge and power
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| That radiates overhead
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| I am staring at the sun of the nothing
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| For I want to eat the visions of God
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| Consuming the knowledge and power
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| That radiates overhead
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| As I slumber in a bed of vegetation and thorns
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| Leaving behind unease and dread
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| I feed from pretentious notions
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| And maligant demons through its rays
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| For hell is abandoned
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| And this single horror
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| Walks amongst our ongoing cliches
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| My eyes, my perception
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| They seem to smolder and withen
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| For it seems that I have peered
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| Into the diseased display of myself
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| I am the eater of the sun
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| I am the destroyer of worlds
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| I am the eater of the sun
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| I am the destroyer of worlds
|
| For hell is abandoned
|
| And this single horror
|
| Walks amongst our ongoing cliches
|
| My eyes, my perception
|
| They seem to smolder and withen
|
| For it seems that I have peered
|
| Into the diseased display of myself
|
| I am the eater of the sun
|
| I am the destroyer of worlds
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| I am the eater of the sun
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| I am the destroyer of worlds |