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Ushered into the void, a single communal body twisting above and endless dark below

I am enamored at the pinnacle of these cravings, I am beguiled at your pure dynasty

If you had but one taste of heaven wouldn't the rest of eternity be hell?

Are we not all servants to our faculties?

These hands were born to praise you

A mere vestige of the juvenile, formed only to appease

You will never match my gaze, born to cower at my feet

A world you cannot un-witness

An image you cannot unsee

At what point in this ordeal are you not truly free?

Rise, detachment of the conscious mind, blackened clouds shift in their trances

Rise, not a sound in the hallows, not a shift of the grain

Rise, you ill replenished ladon, who are you becoming?

Rise, you ill fated beast , will you carry this burden?

Rise