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Unearthed, the Pinnacle
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Breaching the surface, it points toward the skies with malice, as if mocking the coming dissent. The pillar, the pinnacle, unearthed.
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Solipschism
02:14
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Thy throne at the edge of existence, writhing within thine own embodiment. Herald to nothingness. This essence but a whisper to the shadow, and suffocated by the grip, in eternal entombment. Sealed beyond the judgement of a merciless, godless infinity. My sins stripped of flesh, degraded and strewn across the void. The evisceration-my competition. Forming in breathless decay as rapturing magnitudinal pressure increases. Omniverse slain. The entity birthed to give will demolish it's own creation. Never to return.
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Reversal of Man
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Engulfed in ash, seeking sanctuary-the realmless forever doomed to wander (also eyeless) and expressionless. And with each step of such a shambling gait, the Earth (it) withers, weeping at the abhorrence, licking at her maw. From the very essence of origin...
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Topple
02:21
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Unsleeping, many hands pull at the roots of clarity, pinned indisputably by thousands of fists. The wounds to us all can not be buried. Cessation will forever beget the caged. Crimes-relentlessly punished in tenfold. Retribution is to be gripped by the throat. A rebukement to reverse the sin of our enslavement. Unrelenting subjugation, to be payed back in thousandfold, for each pinning fist.
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Interval of Surreption
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Condescending hands of fate, their fingers broken and bruised. Battered by the ancient ones who rest no more. Is it not beautiful, the interval of surreption? Time corrodes all. Soon. Soon.
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