| Deny this hell of their design
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| O' great burning nullifier
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| Almighty alterer
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| Perception’s transformation
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| No mistress so harsh as this world
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| Guide us to the smallest beauties
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| Something to worship in a realm so godless
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| Take us away
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| Suffocate the day
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| The sands of time doth grate
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| We wrecks of nerves await salvation
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| Willing is our sedation
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| Lethargic our rejection
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| Prefer to take it on in sleep
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| May your magick comfort me
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| A higher power here on Earth
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| Do speak now, the hidden language
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| Traversing vast expanses
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| Locked within the convolutions
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| Gaze hard into our reddened eyes
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| The cracked stare of liberation
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| Agents to the numb
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| The pain of a trite, empty existence
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| We, lifted spirits, converge in flame
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| Great nullifier— coloring the greys
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| Terminal boredom, light and evade
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| Our prayers are Earthen— a ritual escape
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| Sanity is a full time job
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| In a world that’s always changing
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| Sanity, so quietly, is kept
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| Resisting archaic tradition
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| Now pass some down!
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| Take us away
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| Suffocate the day
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| The sands of time doth grate
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| We wrecks of nerves await salvation
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| Willing is our sedation
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| Lethargic our rejection
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| Prefer to take it on in sleep
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| May your magick comfort me
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| So bring us laughter
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| Coalesce in haze
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| Sweet nullifier accentuates
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| Gather the masses
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| Burn and celebrate
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| Our prayers unholy
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| The ritual remains
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| We, lifted spirits, converge in flame
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| Great nullifier— coloring the greys
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| Terminal boredom, light and evade
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| Our prayers are Earthen— a ritual escape |