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a gleaming mist,

a shining fog.

the glow is upon us,

a brilliant light within.

eternal nonexistence -

we cannot die, we cannot live -

punished in eternity

by the Spirit of the Dreams...

a worthy gust of frost,

the wind beyond the north,

destroys all in its path....

we stand beneath stars

in a circle of blackness,

the mystic rites of infinity.

a beam of light shines down

upon the sacred mountain

and all is buried beneath endless snow...

as time folds upon itself,

i twist within the stormcloud,

surrounded by thundering

malevolence, bolts of blue

fire annihilate the world below

as i sprout the 9th angel's wings...

the peaks and valleys all glow

under a brilliant starpath,

a road which leads nowhere,

a stair of the cosmos.

the firmament burns to sleet,

and disintegrates into frost

revealing the infinity behind,

the very truth of abyss...

i will be washed away in eternity,

i will be swept along a whorling

draft of frost and lightning,

i will see into the very depths of acausality

and will never return as i was,

i will return as i never was....