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The Son of Man
There must be time where this began; When I became, as spoke my name — the son of Man. There must be time where all ends meet, where all would pass, break, and beat, Where endings die, the day they greet the renaissance of Man. — There must be time where this began; Where I…
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Do not open the seal
Do not fall in love; do not feel. Do not listen nor watch nor think. Do not tell yourself it’s real. Do not sleep nor rest nor blink. Cower in each wound and bruise, If stricken by that wretched muse. Veil in the shadows of your soul. Fight through the fall. Fight through the fall. Refrain,
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Gnossienne No. 1
Hidden, that stairway well; That stairway led to hell. That speaks of runes — old, Of a curse you’ve to unfold, Of what you dare not tell — That stairway led to hell. The “You” I used to sow, That I believed I know Has otherworldly pain, That I unseal in vain. That “You” in
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