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The Inception of balance within

A touchstone for humanity

But with transcendence comes exile from a reality stricken blind and concussed

They will find my body decomposing

But i will be long gone

Disconnected from the hive

Exhumed spiritual consignment

Towards elucidation

The path of crowley continued

Awakening the subconscious soul

My aura is a palpable infestation interrupting the ebb and flow of this delicate frequency

Nuzzling deeper

Slowing pace

My essence begins to compress

Like swimming deep into an oceanic trench

Finally i creep to a halt

Cocooned like an insect in ember

Soul incubation crushes me further into nothing

A crack in the firmament begins to spread…