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Awaken,
turn epiphanies into tragedies.
Stay unshaken
As the valleys and peaks
start to tremble and creak.

Bow,
before the dirt starts falls,
suspended by tension,
taut between reason and
laws I ignore,
I implore you to abhor.

I am your reasoning, I am your faults.
I am coherence and dissonance making you whole.
Making you more than results.

All your gods
lay their weapons at my feet.
I'm the epitome of sweet misery
(and antipathy).

Cowed
by a form wrought sublime.
Suspected dimensions
made impossible by design,
maddening and byzantine.

I am a priori, I am the precedent,
I am the preference and precepts of all that's existent.
I AM MAGNIFICENCE.

All your gods
Lay their weapons at my feet.
I'm the epitome of sweet misery.

All my gods,
All the weight they place on me.
I'm the epitome of antiquity.

I'm your tabula rasa
On which you etch excuses.

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