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And cast away was the will

Strayed afar, lost in menial mazes

As the flames of expiation stirred with flesh

Merging with brimstone and ash.

Striking down the face of ascendance

Wandered in ekpyrotic dreams

For far too long

A cathode necessary to all breathing cells

Η πτώση της σαρκός

The Glorification of the flawless paths

a liturgy of antiphons

with radiant elegy permeates my soul

as the brightest thorn.

Abolishment of the carnal pest,

to shower the spirit with glorious luminance,

comes forth

With veneration I consecrate this lawless vision

to the shrine of expiation.

Purification of the divine sin

welcomes me as a master,

in this primeval communion,

yet it is craving to relent.

Coronation  of the impure

proclaims the rise of a sincere dawn

With vast gratitude I kneel before

the charming feast upon my own flesh.

For I am the one who tames the pyre.

The usurper of the inner philosophy.

As the wounds remain wide

punishment is stil welcome

and unto a legit self I march

with a burning hope to reach

a valid meaning,

an individual triumph,

Katharsis