In the shadow of all past.

All the did exist, in end.

In life, we long to celebrate.

Virtue in shame relate.



In what the future lies

I seek Blasphemy Divine.

To bring our minds ... await

the birth of our blissful rage.



A falling star.

I gaze through this heart.

Again they seek, a power so weak.

For we can only observe,

to create and preserve,

this foundation we have built.

Upon our thrones we serve.



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