| Summon the conclave, those kindred of honor
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| Become the eye the mind has willed
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| Welcome the visceral divergence
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| Palliating the corporeal burden of being
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| Subsist amongst reverberated genesis
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| Reject the antrhopomorphosis of man
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| Sift through the doorway etched in stone
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| Solid through solid as blood through vein
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| The mountainside rages, a pulsating maelstrom
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| Boscage writhes and wails in unison
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| Given a voice, it howls its verdant cacophony
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| Crafting the next great extinction
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| A chastising wind blows fervently
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| An elemental lamentation echoes through time
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| Fear the translucent mirror
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| And its amorphous surface
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| Whose image placates the tumult
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| An enduring vision of tranquil innocence
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| Where mutated forms manipulate rationale
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| Not all that is alluring is welcoming
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| Crawl back to the womb, peer forth from its portal
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| The melting precipice reveals the birthplace of inspiration
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| Combining flesh with loam
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| Forging the amalgam of abstract thought
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| Glean knowledge of the elder
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| Whose flesh lay rend upon the form
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| Ascended aphasic augur
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| Coeval of nature, imputing purity
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| Dismisses the conclave, those of transcended mettle
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| An enlightened mind fades with the dying light
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| Drink of the blood that fuels time
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| Slog through this fledgling actuality
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| Surrender truth for existence
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| Memory retreats into unnavigable madness
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| Laying dormant until a more profound convocation |