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Bolted up onto the cross of our time,
By the fruits of our own labor,
How can you reign so supreme?
When you kneel on the ashes of the past?
Oh, eyes locked inward, soaring up ahead,
The black between the stars is now,
The maw of time and the sky is awake,
Slavering, wide, and agape,
Prey to, the searing sun,
Prey to our searing eyes,
The sky will rage, and will thunder,
As again you slip and you blunder,
The black between the stars is alive,
Eyes locked inward, soaring ahead we are,
It's hungry, and waiting for us all,
The black between the stars, is ready and waiting,
Slavering wide and gaping!

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