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Floating at the formless waters of dusk and dawn,

emerging unchained, hypnotic yet caustic,

a newborn sun, with flesh mere a threshold

whilst mind an untamed temple.

Worlds going up in flames,

such an ecstatic scent,

how mesmerizingly they burn,

ascending to cleanse the air.

Not cloven tongues but aflame

from thee cast out the venom

within the throes of a starless nightsky.

Worlds going up in flames,

such an ecstatic scent,

how mesmerizingly they burn,

descending to cleanse the air.

When stars start to shine no more.

When suns start to rise no more.

When worlds will collide once more.

Fathomless void shall be my womb.

The Fathomless Void of Death