| Descending down the crater of finitude
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| Stay in motion to quench not before it is time
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| I tore out my heart I would have had to delude
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| To grow my wish, grow longing for the dying chime
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| The palled world of the living is a vanishing light
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| That in darkness shall no longer blind me
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| I entered into silence to escape from the tide
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| Desire shall no more belie me
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| Walking, I vent my spirit to shrink thinner
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| Becoming vacuity, be flooded with fatigue
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| Arms widespread before the gates of the orcus
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| But where nothing should be, therefrom now soars a reek
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| The stench of survival
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| Requickens my pain
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| I ventured the hubris
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| To call death my friend
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| Bestowed my submission
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| To anticipate the end
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| I was abandoned by life and betrayed by the dead
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| The peace of the graves has concealed all the dread
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| Shoals of drones eating the past
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| My wish was to die, but death wants me to last
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| Hunt down the deceased
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| Wrath blasts the shell of patience
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| Unmasks a grim that has ripped in despair
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| Now, beyond the realms of nowhere
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| Comes to appear what has always been there
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| One moment in eternity
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| Holding hands with the damned
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| In the vent of hell
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| Where death and god do not dwell
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| I ventured the hubris
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| To call death my friend
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| Bestowed my submission
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| To anticipate the end
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| I was abandoned by life and betrayed by the dead
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| The peace of the graves has concealed all the dread
|
| Shoals of drones eating the past
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| My wish was to die, but death wants me to last
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| The stench of survival
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| Requickens my pain
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| No peace for a guilty soul
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| Where death and god do not dwell |