| The citadel of Decline and plunder with abandoned and leaved bastions of
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| consciousness
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| The cold tower of flesh which used to be a human being
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| The all-conquering dust eaten soul away
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| The invading horror built a nest within eye-sockets
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| The barbed wire of memoirs twisted around neck
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| The skull fills with indeterminate but depraved stench
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| Defilement, memory’s sacrilege and spasm of mind
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| Your Hear vomits out slime
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| Refectory emasculation and feverish lobotomy
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| Convulsively dipping into sucking caverns of thirst disgusting emptiness
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| You try to expel legions of the stiffened dead mean from the houses of eternal
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| rest
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| The Sleep of reason produces monsters
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| The sleeper must awaken |