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Behold the great illumination

An ashtray blackest of them all

The sun of tomorrow still stands to be seen

When all monuments of today stand in ruin

I will step into the monuments

Of the screaming infinity of darkness

My shrine of mad laughter

Will deform into a shapeless dream

The tombstones will embrace

Songs of the gallow birds

While we traverse the transcendent pit

Of invoked “cosmic” self-erosion

Behold the great illumination

An ashtray blackest of them all

Harvest remnants of our nests

Be fed to the carrion worms

Down the primordial

Down the Id

Down the nest

Down the Id