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A thousand threads enfold before me

One thousand strands of gold

I soar to new planes

Stunning singularity

A righteous cessation

I am nameless yet others name me.

An Epithet to fathom.

I live on the wind

Grandeur I no longer need

Once Sigma, Severed

Now Omega, Deserved

A mortal state, Obsolete

New paradigm, Divine

Yumathir Assidēre Limina Anubi

Anubi eros sublime

Eahtatene. Ammit. Eahtatene.

Maikoho trascendere

Eyota transcendere

With vacant eyes

And empty shells

They hold their spears

With no will to yield

As time kneeled down

Our myth of merit

And grandeur for us all

The myth of lies

An obscured reality

The sacrifice of the Shudra

Omega Severed