| Nothing but dust and shadows
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| weaving the firmament
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| winds of creation breathed into an inanimate universe
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| Darkness and chaos folding
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| Matter negates the void
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| Igniting the stars to build his infinite elemental forge
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| Fusion binds, feed him life
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| Endless process, ever hungry
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| We are but figments of his imagination unbound
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| Man is the excess, there is the meaning in his grand design
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| Sliming across the cosmos
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| Painted in flame and frost
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| birthing malformed creations; |
| sentinals of the elder god
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| Nuclear force unravelling
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| The art of destruction born
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| For all things that live must die, unbroiled in the sempiternal war
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| Crumbling foundations, a species undermining
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| the order of the creator
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| Consciousness a curse of flesh
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| Send the Schistastomes a plague of death
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| Knowledge feeds their human needs, but they were not meant to venture far
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| Blind their eyes from these forbid words, show them not reality
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| Trembling now in the countenance of the Prince of slime
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| subject to the ever scrutinizing eye |