| Reversing the view towards the soul
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| Absorbed from the swirl of the chaotic ego
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| Naked from the warm familiar
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| Company of matter
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| Here desires and fears are shaped
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| Uncontrolled multiplied in
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| The rhythm of ecstasy
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| Gathered under the threat of
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| Upcoming afflictions
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| Parallel futures that may
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| Never happen are blocking
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| The entrance of the inner most sanctum
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| They are the guardians
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| Who is the master of this cosmos?
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| Who posted them here?
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| Illumination comes from within
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| And levitates the Eidolon
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| Effigies and marble busts lined in
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| External chains silent
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| Laden with creases deep like self deceit
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| They seem lost in their contemplation
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| Their laurel wreath is withered
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| Now I know how felt the first amphibian
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| When allowing the air to inhabit in its lungs
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| The sceptre was always in my hand
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| ESOPTRO |