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The hammer falls, breeding awe-inspiring wickedness |
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Ephemeral in it's regressive condemnation |
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Pulsating protoplasma rages upon the burning ocean |
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Mirroring the further mental transmigration... |
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The crescent moon grows old |
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And airy castles made of glaring starlight |
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Endure the utter suffering |
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Sparkling in this moonless winternight [narration:] |
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The consuming parallels are broken, |
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Perished are the chambers of |
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Utopia... |
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Sacrilegious and hidden, transenflamed and disgorged |
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Into portals of chaos the |
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Space emerges... |
