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Raising my head to yell my life out
standing naked, strained as a dying worm
with body of light gleaming like my disquiet
with myriads of stars not-to-be-seen

Here to cry the glassy anguish
of souls dwelling in darkness that fell
my throat is DAATH, the seal is breaking
ZONAI screaming the vows of frozen winds
of shapes winged - we should be left behind
we, lightnings turned into pillars
torn into shreds, in stillborn screams
thembling with woes of fiery cycles

PAZ - to be as they
yea, I say, to be as they
an oath and order to be heard
a sigil and cypher to be seen
OL SONUF VAORESAJI

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