Beneath the cold that surrounds us lie elements long forgotten,
forces of nature not known by the disease. Colors, aspects, facets,
all unused by the plague. Oh if they had known...
The wonders they could have created, the horrors they might have wrought.
Keys to birth, creation, existence. keys to decay and demise.

Life would never have died
Death would never have lived
We close our eyes, and then we die.

Light is darkness, darkness is god.
God is nothing, nothing is everything.
What is god?

God exists in the mind of man,
and what is real if not the thoughts and will of a man?
Now tell me, are you real?

Above the blazing heat that entrap us
Looms that, what has always existed
The four, known and hated,
Cessridden, rotten.

The filth of fear and despair.
Deliric, dark, we abide their every word.
Never shall we be free,
never will they free us.

The maw of impending nothingness
can never be quenched.
Decieve matter, betray the abstract.
trancendental unity, the grimness of being.

The final chapter in the tome of erosion has already been written,
all that remains now is to turn the page.
The comatose slumber must seize
in order for the antidote for life to evolve.

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