Rot encompassing stone To peel back this reckoning Masses of brain masters pitted As life returns this passing waste Proud to be living in the echo
As if the light never shone And humans never thought All that are left shall be subject to suffer All left shall suffer The escapers made their pact
The eye seeks a desert The anchorite sits, pensive Thought encumbered Pillars of cracked rock and The catarrhs of coarse winds The bleached bone offerings
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Once gaily painted And awash in joyful Rites and the blood Giving warmth to the slumbering crowds The wise man who is not wise Sits and broods And
conscience Beyond the realm of will, while the living self Fragments into quanta Is this the next step? Minds disolved in the Aether, a split species "Diotima
The silence already funereal spreads a pall His lips not drinking there or baiting breath Its muzzle all aflame with savage howls Idol of Anubis Aflame
