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Hail the death of the cosmos as rebirth.
To open the eyes and wake anew.
Break down the barriers of the flesh.
Break down the laws and wish for death.

The hunger
and yearning.
Determination
growing.
Into a tree
that bares the fruit of gnosis
and blooms with
the vapors of one hundred million deaths.

And blooms with
the vapors of one hundred million deaths.


The anger
burning.
This wretched life
is slavery.
Long for freedom
and escape by any means.
With our death
will we be free.

Escape into the void
SO MOTE IT BE!

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