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A wasteland, brims with plagued beings

Listen! Can you hear their moans?

Bursts of light that conquers the dead of night

Those are the carnival of your diversions

Be one of us or bow down to the righteous ones

Let us play the game that is called justice

Surrounded by the nameless conscious

Journey into your master’s path

Desecrate, lacerate, incinerate, borrow lives for your initiator

Life evolves from the womb of the grim seraphim

Those are the keys to your deceptive cadence

Mend the torn strings, or sway under our sovereign grasp

Let us play the show that is called freedom

Surrounded by the nameless conscious

Journey into your master’s path

As darkness fills the skies

Between the moon and the throne of stars

Behind the eyes of the other glittering dust

Looking through us with guilt and despair

White and black squares

Tick tock, broken glass

Red cherries and black eyes

Tick tock, broken spines

Lo and behold my children, wave your strings

Let my decree (and menace) seep through them

As I am your Resolve (guided by fear)

You are your poet’s steps

As I won’t be delighted (and fathomed) without trepidation

As darkness fills the skies

Between the moon and the throne of stars

Behind the eyes of the other glittering dust

Looking through us with guilt and despair

Light shall bow upon the thrones

Fear the phenomenon

Ruler of the world it’s called

In the Pandemonium

Granting the keys

Between the puppets

To deliver the lost scripture

Between the puppet and its puppeteer