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I have discovered the world

Distant and shallow

With thousands to rule

And no one to follow

Realm of night dwelling in blackness

Only reproaches hang in the air

Turns out it's cursed what used to be blessed

Into the saturnine realm - I stare

Creation devours creation

As the meaning of life

Is to survive and not to live

Creation devours creation

All is to take and nothing to give

A toneless obelisk made out of fear

A construction raised in the middle of this sphere

Worshipped and hated by spectres of night

Craving the spark and were robbed of their sight

But now it's my turn and all is to burn

I'll fulfill your need, a man made to lead

Abandon old ways, dissolve viscid haze

Vanquish your dread and create a new creed