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Astral Genocide
07:54
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Outside the realm of awareness
Bodies spin in a shifting galaxy
Destined for eternal rest among the shapeless
Inside, a plotting mind
Spins a vast web of erasure
Spinning plates to cast off the unwanted
Distant, turning
Whirling through the Astra
Divine release tearing being from being
A fissure erupts leaving no trace of life
No supernova, existence desists
The cosmic void leaving no trace of life
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No Messiah
06:46
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One more afterthought
In the grave of the wicked
Lie the departed
Entombed in the stone
Another cell awakens
Enrobed in black silk
Coming alive again
Eternal rest interrupted
Break past the elders
Emerge from your sacred sleep
Unrivaled ancient
Destined to rule again
Another cell awakens
Enrobed in black silk
Its rest interrupted
Destined to rule again
Break past the elders
Emerge from your sacred sleep
Unrivaled ancient
Coming alive again
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The Eye Fool
03:35
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He has no patience left
For blank stares from the left side
His mind is slowly draining
From questions on the right
Opens his eyes
Sees what he wants to see
His mind made up
His world of clarity
A foolish eye
Does what it wants to do
His iris pulled
To what it sees is true
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A bestial perch
Riding high on crooked limbs
She watches over
Hands reaching out to give
And to take
Smiling over us
Sighing over them
One eye open
Mother to us all
Mother to no one
One of three
All for one
She is the mother to the son
She is the mother to no one
Hands reach out to give and to take
An ancient crooked beak
Smiling with crows' feet
Opens her arms to welcome
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Bowleater
04:04
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It screams out for more
The unblinking eye watches
Over
Greets the sacred tree
Content to consume for eons
High above the trees
Stares with glassy eyes
All alone in a glass bowl
It gets its fill
What eats my sustenance?
Inhale
The galactic wretch draws in
Suffocate
Versal miasma draining
Swallow
No remnant of the bowl
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Dimensionless
11:11
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Through a motionless lens
It views all error
Every angle and deception
An abhorrent facade
Its space boundless
Undefined merciless shapeshifter
A lucid dream
Floating in endless mist
Massless dimensionless
Nothing
Swirling shapeless putrid force
Ungrounded and terrific cosmic baron
Perpetrator of the genocide
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