| Ghosts of porcelain waste
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| The innocence in faith
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| Through translucent eyes
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| In shifting shades of pale upon pale
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| Writhing across the neverwhere
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| Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
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| Is this the end of everything we love?
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| The wounds of life weaving the loom
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| Dwellers in the deep… worlds entombed
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| Of all the fragile, their desolate veins
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| Ravenous hearts, euphoric suffering
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| Poison of the well, where the black tongues sing
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| Intra Venus quickens
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| A curse of life
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| Bequeathed, gorging sanguine like cancer
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| They prey for blood, wretched are the gods
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| For the stillborn suns of never
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| They are the severed
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| The lifeline to end forever
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| Lanced, earthen flesh of enslavement… intravenous
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| Descending liquid shadows, all entwining
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| Their distant sights weaving the loom
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| Dwellers in the deep… drift below |