| Each endures ones shadow
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| The shades of misdirection
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| To wide plains we are led
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| Till the centuries complete their millenium orb
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| Extracting the ingrained
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| Leaving those of virtue to etherial consciousness
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| And the fire of clean air under mauve skies
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| A millenium in Elysium and eternity is nigh
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| Lethe (Forgetfulness)
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| Born from fury you mock it’s purity
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| You are stained with innocence
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| The blood will not cleanse
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| Rooted in lethe it stems
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| Mercury’s gift isn’t for the unworthy
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| Silt is in the veins of god’s larvae
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| Forgotten — scrolls and scriptures was your deceit
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| Blotted — severed from the mind never to rejoin
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| Discarded — like the spawn from your loins
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| The nether that flows to Amphora
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| Grave offerings for the third epoch
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| Unknown to man, lust unfulfilled
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| An urn for life that spilled
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| Acheron (Sorrow)
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| In utter woe you lacerate your freedom
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| Every gouge brings you closer to Hades
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| Guilty — purge your undoing in life
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| A trial in wretched agony
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| Greeting your flesh with fevered delight
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| Envious — sculpt away the fallacy
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| Loss exhausts your vitality
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| Within this torrent devoid of mortality
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| Amongst brethren in harmonious mire
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| A deluge of sorrow merged with desire
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| Envious — sculpt away the fallacy
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| Loss exhausts your vitality
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| Within this torrent devoid of mortality
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| Styx (Hate)
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| Divinity trampled under foot
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| Revealing the path which we course
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| Never to swell or recede
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| Flowing is the purity of hate
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| Tributaries only deceive
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| Diligence to rage opens his gates
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| In life you weren’t worth conception
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| Vomitted from the womb
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| In death the Earth in repulsion
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| Vomits your corpse to consume
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| Phelegethon (Fire)
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| Rewarded for devotion and service
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| Submerged never to surface
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| Gasp in flames
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| Inhale the Inferno
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| No lamentation heard of sorrow
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| Now you are luminous as we
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| Says your gods as you plea
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| Ash lined shores clouding waves above
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| Radiant limbs flail
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| As Gods exhibits his love
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| Tocylus (Lamentation)
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| This tide heaves and sighs
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| A fountain from sorrow brings cries
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| Sniveling servants
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| Slaves of attrition
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| Mourners wade this descent
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| Wails of hope are fervent
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| Silent is the dirge of torment
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| Your god’s promises echo in vain
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| Your lamentation carries in this domain |