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We will observe in our wretched state

The ground reinvents itself from one to two

And void meets both

When the dragons of our true consciousness

Give turn to our attention

And our pleas at once fall on the deaf ears

While filling the dragon with new hatred for our existence

And the dialectical formation of mountains

Appear out of the periphery of the subconscious

And we don't have anywhere to run and hide

And each dragon snapping our lives one by one, like the smokeless

Candles we melt waxy to be

And these dragons who remain mute

Yet speak our language clearly on our own octaves

Our lies, our deception, and our pain

Only serve their archetype