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I a goblet of fire...
I cut out the tongue...
but still, the sun refuse to move.

I a hole in the web of sanity...
the very fabric of itself...
but still, flesh refused to burn.

"what a vision!
to forever by the grace of the sun..."

I the moon and the stars...
in my little of planets...
the renaissance of flesh.

dripping and drolling with thirst...
going under...
in such an idle of death.

sowing the of a new dimension...

I am the conqueror in his paradise...
spinning in garden of lush blooming death,
at the sun, and I will be there...
and the angels, and bleeding...
be the foundation of my empire...

and admidst all this beauty...
...I laughed at the end.