Amen…is for your consolation Metaphysics will be gone out of sight out of mind
Sweaty palms and foul breath of the Shudra Are the atoms of all that you used to live under.
They are those who used to give a birth Of progression from the shake of life and chaos Some of them came to build the will of life Showing the frightening gods to the children
Enigmas of blackened gnostic seeds Are forcing us to hold on to the fears. Still hesitating to cut off the naval string… You, a starborn being!
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Thus, some of us are those Who are not to inherit the Earth. This latest plebs spawns Are ought to be killed off. They would will to sow the seeds of a trident. And our will will be written on a cloth of a louring sky.
Taking to the arms of gnosis Within the world with a no form still. Transcending the homes all the old gods And build a newborn will. Taking to the arms of gnosis! Taking to the arms of gnosis! Taking to the arms of gnosis! Taking to the arms of gnosis!