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All tongues of obscuration

Are vested in clarity.

A word is a child of delusion,

A voice is the herald of fatality.

The meridians of creatures

Are the tale made of dirt and clay.

Bizarre creations

Are the dream of vagina immaculate.

The gait of hungry facelessnesses,

Meaningless wanderings –

Omni-vacuity of contents is

Intrinsic to the realm of husks.

Symbols of stillbirths,

Yells of labourers –

Prisoners of bodily movements

And iniquity of the Night.

The irreversibility of Doubt

About the primordial lethality –

The wrathful outburst overthrowing

The footings of Reality.

The hold of depths of dissolution,

Waves of tearing elements,

In the Flame of Resistance

Is the ultimate Catharsis.

The cradle of spirits of rot

In the mire of vicious doom –

Death is the river of cleansing

Of frail bogs of Ultimatum.