Segue to silence
Mark way of sedentary Ends
Circle around in wreath formation
Fly the vicious bite of wind
Illucid Illuminati
Stirring the pot, mincing of wind
Illucid Illuminati
Honoring the Vortex, reaping its bend
Wiping, and trifling, and stumbling, and falling
Amongst bumps and deep ends
In Dark, In Mind, In Nothing
From the crevices they crawl and win!
Illucid Illuminati
Cradling the sphere. loosening the spin
Illucid Illuminati
Heeding the Vortex, ripening the Blend
Illucid Illuminati
Standing mist high, floating beyond winds
Illucid Illuminati
Beckoning fruitful visions, yes, it will cleanse
Illucid Illuminati
Logging scenes amuck, drafting the end
Illucid Illuminati
The hole is might, yes, begin!
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