| I saw my body carry your inscription, the sign of thousands to come
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| A trail of charring fire. |
| fevers boil my blood
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| My eyes looked back upon me, pale dim lights down the depths
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| Echoes through my wastelands of slowly fading perception
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| A dark serenity descends. |
| my urging soul, soon released
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| Process of purity, achieved. |
| now i am rid of the flesh
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| Memories of my pagan past: a plunge into the unknown
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| Like distorting splinters of life in death’s embrace
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| This fleshbound circle, resolved. |
| eternal spirit, redeemed
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| A steaming breath of the one without no name
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| …who keeps the keys to the gates of death
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| Laid to rest underneath oaken aeons. |
| prophetic ornaments conclude my journey’s
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| end
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| Lifetimes passing by as autumn leaves to the ground
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| A silhouette emerges in the mist. |
| the messenger of my deliverance
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| His mouth — a thousand obsequies to devour
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| His eyes — a million sparks of life to deny |