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Woe to all who in their bosom carry breath

[Woe to all]

Woe to all who in their bosom carry breath

[Woe to all]

No prophet’s manic reverie can foretell

A web of life’s own conspiracy

Lo! The heart beats

In a vigorous deceit

A hysteria of of the epileptic

Their fervor betrays the fear

To be found hung by strings

A chain of being broken

Yet stitched anew

And unfreed

Give praise to

Annihilation

Rejoice Rejoice

Unto swirling entropy

Denial breaks into grief

The threaded strand leaves it’s stain

What cry to hear — pierce a veil

A rueful song deafen the ears

Silenced by stone gods

Drunk on their tears

All failed gods

Gnawing on Judas