That which is my cosmos is what I've starved for oh so long
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My inner passion and bitter demise...
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Those shores I dream of, to capture time in a dance
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To encircle myself in a myriad of raining worlds...
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Search your light in my darkness, for my darkness is your light
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And that which is opposite, is opposite to itself...
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Conceive your visionary evil, and I will grant you the good
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Which one is ours among these plains surrounding us?
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Create your dimension and name yourself explorer
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You are not and will never be, my depraved child of sin
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We'd never know anything in this funerary spring
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And so sad to say, we'd never know what does it have to mean...
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So let us reign over the higher art and supreme beings
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Me, myself, and you, my inner solitary guard...
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With mind I brought clear forth your sight,
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We'd start our quest in these marble bloodred halls...
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Internal and external, what kind of reality will we see?
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What kind of existence will we fantasize for us this time?
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Our sweetly blackened paragon slides into firstborn chaos
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This is the end of a beginning - and the beginning for an end
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Pitifully we've come to know what the knowledge is
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So blow down the candle and now just disappear...
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Quaerite Lux In Tenebris (Exploring The External Worlds)
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Rossomahaar |