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Come unto me, leave thy garment and step forth
To lay among the liers and their rows myriad
Congeal into a dreamless slumber on a bed of gravel
Flounder no longer, for thy toes are now cold
All ten...

Come with me...
For thou art to walk with me...

Yes, the weight of these horrors I offer
Too great for thy hand to hold
Too vast for thee to comprehend
And what thou art forced to face,
I know may seem unjust
For I bereave thee of the keys to thine own fate

For thou art to come with me...

As a garland rooted in the filth
of a paradigm of illusion
Thou once were planted
Nourished with the befouled waters
of entropic delusion
Thou languished a life
Gnawn by the fleas and vermins
of fatuousness
Thou art now weeded out

For I know the name
to whom thou prayeth
And I know each of sins
upon thy brow
As an accusive stare
through an unflattering mirrour
The very core of thy guilt is beheld

And in the end thou shall come with me...

As a garland rooted in the filth
of a paradigm of illusion
Thou once were planted
Gnawn by the fleas and vermins
of fatuousness
Thou art now weeded out

The dense black light
that is to taint the glimmering Sun
and outshine the haloes
of each angel, every saint
And this is where thou shalt greet Him

Behold Him, the exalted one
Claiming the throne of the sun
Fear Him, the luminous one
Now once the justice is done

Adore Him, the viewless one
For in Death the sceptre is won
Praise Him, the sovereign one
Of Him greater are none

Worship the phosphorous one
Once banished numinous son
Serve him, the deathless one
And so it is done

And so it is done

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