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A blanket of blackness
In dormancy
On the precipice of thought
If it exists, it doth breathe

Tapestry of nothingness it seems
Weaved painstakingly
By oh so careless tongues
Of vanity and jocularity
Comes this conjuring
We know not what we've done

Prekarus
Prekarus

From the collective mind
That spake its name
And thus so devised
Spurned by foolish eyes
In dreams it was birthed
On nightmares it dines

Prekarus
Prekarus

From the collective mind
That spake its name
And thus so devised
Spurned by foolish eyes
In dreams it was birthed
On nightmares it dines

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