| I saw the end
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| In the beginning
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| A vision of a wheel spinning unbound
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| I saw the sky
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| Consuming itself
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| The air was vacant and absent of sound
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| Unbroken consciousness amends
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| Abide in smoldering inverted pyres
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| Whisper to us from futures past
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| Reveal to us our own true form
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| Within the minds darkness
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| There lies a doorway
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| A mirror that does not cast forth a reflection
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| Formed in a forge not made by man
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| It’s frame not cast by human hands
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| Those able to gaze beyond its surface
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| Trembling they’ll shatter and pass through
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| For we’re called, called, called to join the parade
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| The one in which we all must march as our true fears are displayed
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| It calls, calls, calls, calls from the void
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| It’s voice echoes from within the space where creation was destroyed |