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My pyrite muse in yellow glow

Harassed me at the pass,

Pointing at my soul with a woman's laugh

She told me as she strapped me in

That I have super powers,

My weakness is my imminence, seconds are my hours

No bargain made, no Faustian prison

Yet still within the tangled net,

The weaving spider laid its web

This prismatic dome becomes my home

Consumed and consuming,

There is no good and evil in the realm beyond Kether

My senses - deprived

Through fear and isolation

New person inside

Autonomy now vacant

Babe of the Abyss

You couldn't handle it

Pursued through mechanical halls,

Obscure machinations propel my fall