| My prospects, hopes and dreams;
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| All drowned as callously
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| Deep down in the seething, hoary depths
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| The lips of the orifice of rebirth
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| Disgustingly they throb
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| Watching terrors, one by one
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| Emerge in raw and unimpeded violence
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| With the rage of suns
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| Succumbing to the bane to come;
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| In fragments nowhere-bound
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| I linger on in halls of stained vermillion
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| I join as one with nightmares old as stars of Scorpius
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| My being but a torch in the strange horizon
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| Debris caught in a cyclone: nothing I am, no more
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| No walls remain to seal the endless cold
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| Deprived of the «I»
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| In a mercurial insight
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| Of this cosmic womb, of all times
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| Of worlds designed to die
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| On through the cold view
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| The silver endlessness
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| Nothing… nowhere
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| As in a dream
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| Reaching for death
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| …A sombre descent lies ahead
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| The outer reach brooding like a tumour over me
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| And with the ardour of a snake hunting for prey
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| The salivating orifice lay lusting to swallow my being
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| The struggles vain:
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| The aspirations for a higher entity
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| Now slipping out of reach
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| Into bowels of flesh
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| Disintegrated by the reek
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| The acidity of the earthly decree
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| In a storm of carnal need
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| The true crown withers away
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| Fleeting… seething…
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| The impregnation of the soul
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| Into measurable forms
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| Of mortal existence
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| Sleeping… breathing…
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| The parasitic embryo
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| Shaping in the foetal mould
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| Gathering its strength
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| For eating through
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| The vaginal phlegm
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| To be reborn |