| The final strain has broken,
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| Broken the strings,
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| Inversion.
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| The abyss spews as it eats itself.
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| Time kicks made backwards towards the thirteen hour and drags space with it
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| making it void.
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| Within the within you are a portal,
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| Your a vessel of the embodied end your twisted souls declare that the crop is
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| ripe.
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| A million inner eyes open,
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| And the world is real again.
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| Too late your realise it’s too late.
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| Claws turned inside out scratch on the back of your eyes,
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| Making you see your church within.
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| Within the within you are a portal,
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| Your a vessel of the embodied end your twisted souls declare that the crop is
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| ripe.
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| Death comes from the mouth beyond, sensing that her time has come,
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| you bring forth the end divine.
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| The scyth of light and snakes entwine.
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| Hear my curse of doom.
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| The final strain has broken,
|
| Broken the strings,
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| Inversion.
|
| The abyss spews as it eats itself.
|
| Time kicks made backwards towards the thirteen hour and drags space with it
|
| making it void.
|
| Within the within you are a portal,
|
| Your a vessel of the embodied end your twisted souls declare that the crop is
|
| ripe.
|
| Death comes from the mouth beyond, sensing that her time has come,
|
| you bring forth the end divine.
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| The scyth of light and snakes entwine.
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| Hear my curse of doom. |