He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Darkness... My precious companion, even thou cant see his face
Salvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled...
turned
verge
triumphant
towards
through
swarm
sadistic
quiet
woven
trident
prudence
precious
orgasmic
swept
night
without
might
glance
oracle
catch
despair
cosmic
heavens
beauty
bleed
existence
salvation
companion
became
brighter
burned
delight
searing
darkness
enthroned
imitation
inferno
flowed
found
pitiful
glimpse
compassion
indeed
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