| Prologue
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| The vacuity, slate scree unending,
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| The spring coils and trap is sprung.
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| A rapturous paroxysm unravels,
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| A glorious, pointless birth.
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| In amniotic detritus of a billion fetal suns,
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| The zenith of fractals, the forging of dust.
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| Gobbets of life matter courted in the aether.
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| He was born of nothing, serving no end,
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| But in his cunning, claimed all that is.
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| He nested at the apex of all nebula
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| And sat squat upon celestial debris,
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| All that followed his sentience, saw him as creator
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| They carved the construct of heaven for him to dwell within
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| Stars were tethered to light his ascent,
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| Worlds collapsed to pave his halls.
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| The nuclei of atoms bent unwillingly
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| And cast against the facia of his kingdom.
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| He shackled thought and chastised free will
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| And saw that this was good
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| Beyond The Infinite: The Assembly Of God
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| Of this barren womb,
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| Wept into being.
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| Formed elysium,
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| Knit and rendered.
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| From this well,
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| Coaxed fronds in fire.
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| Cleaved day and night,
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| Bled and filled the seas,
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| Clot and formed the land
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| And exhaled the sky
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| Kneel low and now humble.
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| This unerring weave upon
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| Which all is born;
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| We your host, your kin
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| Kneel low and bow humble.
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| Carved the clay,
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| Apotheosis,
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| Bow humble
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| Before these heirs. |