| I am the one whose prism refracts nothingness
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| The colorless backdrop upon which all myths are painted
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| Maps to enlightenment drawn upon this hide
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| Observed but unrecognized with calumnious genuflection
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| Growing fat on the vanity of rested laurels
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| Being named in the earliest days
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| I am no Creator, undesiring of paltry praise
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| Though no creed descends from this cosmic maw
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| All shall find truth in eradicating negation
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| I am the incessant hunger
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| The concept upon which all famine is based
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| The suzerain sire of starvation
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| Ineffable collapser; |
| engine of nihility
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| Swallowing each generation’s beacon of hope
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| I have brought cause and borne witness to the siege of countless eternities
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| I am the one whose form is unfathomable
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| The sprawling sidereal splendor
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| A monochromatic aberration
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| A tenebrific enormity
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| Drowning the heavens in a shimmering void
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| I am the one whose progeny is desolation
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| The annihilating lineage’s physical manifest
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| Those swathed in eyes staring through onyx lids
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| Scarring the land with a flagellating gait
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| Those whose limbs dam the fetid waters
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| Curdling creation’s stifled lifestream
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| Those dreadful enough to choke the wind from the sky
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| Commanding gravity, upheaving all bound by nature
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| And now you have heard mine herald’s cry
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| And now we are met |