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Hast thou not peered beyond the silhouette of form? Where matter conforms not to illusion Hast thou not sensed beyond thy own mortal image? Or art thou still yet deluded by the distortions of thy senses? Beyond the veil these eyes of mine do gaze Behind the mirrors of flesh To me came a lady from the haze Of smoke and chaos Devoid I was then of this illusory plane Reality scarred within the genetics of my consciousness Devoured I was by her smoke that merged with my very veins Shrouded by the void, by the abstract nothingness Through the abyss I descended, So that I could ascend myself And in the abyss I drowned, So that I could stomach the waters of Hell
