| In secretest conveyance, I say
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| Forfeit all tongues to Death as hitherto
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| They maintained the memory of the prime Architect
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| And welcome instead, with yells and hysteria
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| The language, mockery of the Logos
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| That tastes bitter ashes alike
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| And mimics exploding hiss
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| By repetition, incantation and privation of the psyche
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| Thou shalt summon words that to the mind are bane
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| And forevermore close your soul to the heavenly stars
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| You may lament aloud:
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| Dawn shall henceforth rise within a suffocating tomb
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| Among all carnage present and past
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| Only one grave matters
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| Hollow and hopelessly out of reach
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| The Grave of Singularity
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| Over which weeps the Mother of All
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| Saddened unto Death
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| The further the abasement of Man, the more
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| He thinks of himself as angelic throng
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| Just and saintly!
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| Thou shalt celebrate the unquestionable perfection
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| Of this world without end
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| In which Life faces dissolution
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| With ceaseless Prayers, degenerate Song
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| And obsequious discipline
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| For thy flesh is nothing
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| But a receptacle for Law ironclad
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| Ever since thy volition sunk
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| Into the deepest of Abysses!
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| Thou shalt accept thy Revelation
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| As your beginning and your end
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| All other things you are to abjure with spite!
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| What thy Lord commands with repulsive voice
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| Tolerates neither addition nor love, nor faith
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| Only prevenient submission and servitude
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| To the utmost limits of the fearful self!
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| Thou shalt reap lush reward
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| For taking that solemn oath…
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| Thy heart shall breed the larvae of plagues
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| And depletion will complement dearth
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| In thy hapless pursuit of a merciful void
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| See? |
| Thy faith is not void of wonders!
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| O Father! |
| Intros! |
| Witness thou anon!
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| The rotten splendor of what once was thy realm
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| Now shivering at the black threshold of the grave
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| Deprived of the compass of duality
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| Hence wretched and drowning in tenfold confusion
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| Death, adorned with refined rags
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| Parades endlessly in a mimicry of Life
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| As innumerable crowds flagellate themselves
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| In delirious adoration
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| The malformed progeny of Sin and Virtue
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| Reeks of such outrage to the Universe
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| That even Titans flee submerged with nausea
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| Lacking the strength to face this crime
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| Which contains all crimes as one! |