The commonfolk have a saying-After I die, let the world go up in flames..
I say.. let me behold and breath in such a spectacle.
I sing to the goddess-The celestial white in all of her three forms as she dances
across the horizon above me.
The sweetest little girl at first
The agonizing nymph then
and finally the haggard crone you see overhead now.
Her parting marks the hope of mourning..
mourning..
Morning?
A new day dawned and a black smoke veil.
Yes yes we burn and belong
yes yes concern and be wrong
yes yes we burn and belong
yes yes concern and be wrong
A great festering of decay leaves this place
I suppose its a good time for a bath
Bountiful, I am grant me the notion to
hold my chalice
as the prisoners of my tyranny
embrace their malice
Am I ruin?
Am I poverty?
Am I disease and plague?
Have you my friend ever seen
so many perfect tongues to a flame?
How many torches would it take
to light this path in gold?
Just how many torches would I seek
to feed the gods and behold?
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-AETHEREALITY: INTO THE VOID-
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