| Thrown back to this Life
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| After Centuries of Mourning
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| I gave my Youth to be immortal
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| But with me my Grief can’t cease
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| I return to a World where Baseness reigns
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| Subhumans control platitudinously
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| Like thousand Contagions it deforms your Mind
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| Obey and join Mediocritie’s Void
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| A shallow Existence in Sycophancy
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| Replaceable Numbers, devoid of Nobility
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| What warrants your Judging on my divine Feats
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| Low Life without the Right to exist
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| I enter the Realm my Beloved is gone
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| Mesmerized with Peaches in her Hand
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| Before Metamorphosis came to an End
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| Dews touched her Pustules and she went beyond
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| Phantasmagoric, scarlet Lips
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| In burning Fervour I devote
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| Immersed in an ethereal Kiss
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| Beneath the Trees where Marble grows
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| Sister, Brocade in gorgeous Fanes
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| In Delirium we are combined
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| Rivulets of yearning Dreams
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| Flow to the Seas with putrid Choirs
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| Concealed in a Reverie
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| Of sylvan Clouds in golden Skies
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| A Nihilist in Misanthropy
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| Weeps on Mirror’s other Side
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| Where Ants vaporize on cold Stones
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| Our stillborn Children play
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| Incorporeally mirthless Games
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| With wan and ulcerous Hands |