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"He who sought was the One who found

and thus endured ere long All was but Dust and silence…"

He, who revealed thus,

was crowned in deep clouded ghastliness

Worshipped by arts

that razored shape of Him in their carnal

And In his lake of spit

Cleansed, indulging and drunk with lust

Forever cast out spirit of the earth

from their poisoned wombs.

Last tears of the presence aforeknown

have filled his cup with enduring sorrow.

As He, with His eyes by darkness inflamed,

gazed upon the shores once luminous.

And whereas the matter of all Evil appeared the shadow of Him

He baptized the Reversal of I.

Of all the worthless sacrifices judged by His hand,

not a soul was ever reborn in bliss

By the horrid path with Alongside Death to redeem,

Banish all the hearts that in secrecy weep

With no light to emerge everafter

And, with Claws of Shame, tear the dawn

No thought carries figures away from their shells

No mourning will ever claim the fallen spirit

"In Him, We who sought, in Him delight We found

and thus laved in the waters of Individuum"