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Gravity Pulls Our forms to be Us  Ferociose things  and full of wonder  Coalesced A singularity  Then Light gave  sight To halo Rings  cast black by the unknown. As  Matter found  in vapor  form, gave lift To humbled fret As This A contract ,  dully met Is thee Unbalanced bet Thus of this the arch of spark And metronomal Mark Are Atoms and matter  Space and time  Those truths of ,Light and dark And with such tools so crude To brood To flame  And fuel A spark Creation  cold Creation still Creation void and stark So this Reclusive  Alcamest A Sentient being adrift  Does refuse  His piety Such god of gastly note So due I hail  Thee full of spite  Destroyer  Jubilant  And Respond Of you  no word  A Shepard Nought of Herd  Of countless time With rhythms rhyme  Reiterate  Time spent  Oh the hour Spent of you Lent not of your ear Oh creature coward  Faceless you And I The Waiting lamb Who  gave to me a hand of sand The grains,  owned  by  the  ******  And woe of he The ward of space Gate  keep Absent  grace Riddled with  A failing mind Our Blessed  Heathen ***** For Surly plans unknown, unwind Of what we too endure This  An empty  Formulaic Tombe of ancient tune speaks this  code A wayword  vice Such Absent  paradise  In higher planes finds he abode  Neglectful father form And finds he  solice  As  He Demands  Souls For Evermore  So faceless form Unmask thyself Disarm With  Your  Descent For us  The mortal Masses Ask nought  With no consent
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
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Gravity Pulls Our forms to be Us  Ferociose things  and full of wonder  Coalesced A singularity  Then Light gave  sight To halo Rings  cast black by the unknown. As  Matter found  in vapor  form, gave lift To humbled fret As This A contract ,  dully met Is thee Unbalanced bet Thus of this the arch of spark And metronomal Mark Are Atoms and matter  Space and time  Those truths of ,Light and dark And with such tools so crude To brood To flame  And fuel A spark Creation  cold Creation still Creation void and stark So this Reclusive  Alcamest A Sentient being adrift  Does refuse  His piety Such god of gastly note So due I hail  Thee full of spite  Destroyer  Jubilant  And Respond Of you  no word  A Shepard Nought of Herd  Of countless time With rhythms rhyme  Reiterate  Time spent  Oh the hour Spent of you Lent not of your ear Oh creature coward  Faceless you And I The Waiting lamb Who  gave to me a hand of sand The grains,  owned  by  the  ******  And woe of he The ward of space Gate  keep Absent  grace Riddled with  A failing mind Our Blessed  Heathen ***** For Surly plans unknown, unwind Of what we too endure This  An empty  Formulaic Tombe of ancient tune speaks this  code A wayword  vice Such Absent  paradise  In higher planes finds he abode  Neglectful father form And finds he  solice  As  He Demands  Souls For Evermore  So faceless form Unmask thyself Disarm With  Your  Descent For us  The mortal Masses Ask nought  With no consent
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krison
35/M/Us
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
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