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Colossal stars pour down

Light of radiance searing the eyes

For only in darkness

The pure spirit can be found

A drift on arid lands

And the foul dust of centuries

In the ruins of religions

New breed in wombs of the essence

Not tainted by human seed

For it is Man who is sick

And in dying throes

Hammering stones from the sky

Rain down

Cosmic radiation and rotting light

Purify flesh

Sail the mystic sea

Beings that lurk in deep

Sow sinews of new breed