Praised Be The Downfall
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Through treacherous vastness
of an untouched distant sun
slowly striding on foot
the last sacrament, readily
Opens the door,
To Obliveon
in its' glorious omniscience
revealing my empty mortality
It isn't the ashes
Which rains upon my head
But rather
The confused damnation
That reconsiders
My renounced restless filigree
High on the dawning firmament
Climbs my patience
Denying my early repentance
For I am the guardian
of exalted beauty
of death
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