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Initiate the blinding of the eyes

In order to behold the glory

terrible before the weakness of sight

and with the treat of eruption

The downward spiral

Commence the deafening of the ears

For the purpose of hearing the grace

Roaring silence closer than any sound

and with the treat of consuming

Motionlessness corrupts the thoughts

and they plunge into the river

that runs beneath

That which matters now is

that which never mattered at all

The steps on the spiral

Tune up the sounds of terror

For these eyes have beheld the night

And they will never be put to rest

until they reach again that blissful sight

Scale up the hungry muteness

For this maggot has witnessed the waves

And the fluttering of the blackest silk

Over the coldest and palest feet

Let the core of every construction

feel the beating of this very heart

that lies silent, empty and hollow

beneath and under

Maximize the weight of this coil

for the spinning has yet to approach the point

of the most dreadful deprivation

And where everything seems to stop

Tune up the sounds of terror

For these eyes have seen the night

And they will never be put to rest

until they reach again that blisSful sight

Scale up the hungry silence

For this maggot has witnessed the waves

And the fluttering of the blackest silk

Upon the very wind of Death

Tune up the pain of terror

For this chest beats for the night

And the wispering winds of the nameless beauty

Deeply silent, so dire

Amplify the weight of fatigue

For the worm fell in love with the night

And with the blackest of silks

And with the darkest of all lights