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Following the curse of the black sun a prison created for the mind,
The beauty diformed as shadows: celestial hedonism

Illusion and density of primal emmanation return to the void starting the death of YAWA

The great serpent of the eden enlight up my thirsty eyes,
Let me see the impostor lying on the divine throne

His mind is a putrid dungeon reflectionof his imperfection,
The eye is turned red by rebel spirits crossing the land of slavery

I could inmolate eternally this demiurge curse of time when the light fired spirit flyes over the cold gardens

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