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Almost inquisited amongst indifferent realms

Ways to solace and quickening

Forgetting the isolated in total greed function

Reminding the demons of change to access

Never retire this fog-ridden firestorm

Among the branches in challice full of pulverized bone

Leaving greater plains for collapsed thinking

Brighten the southern pits

Surrender this accumulae and watch it all go down

Monument of disgust and separation our memories

Of the split have faded suns of old disguise lay distruct

The lesser gods have taken their withered placement

Back from man