太炎化炬烈生彩
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Life, by the desperately lost.
Despisers of life, found in otherworldly homes.
Voices from above,
mere delusions of saving guilt.
Despisers of life, found in otherworldly homes.
Voices from above,
mere delusions of saving guilt.
Say goodnight to the
voices in your head.
You never heard them anyway.
You might just be insane.
Thy ascendant,
carrying ashes,
of what thy descent.
I carried my fire, through the valleys.
It's radiant, outside the wicked night.
The sleepers, are awakening.
With the falling of the sun.
Casting the darkness into light.
Into a cosmos,
beyond dreadful toiling stake, as to all.
Now you serve,
the throne,
and possess,
creation.
The salt,
born flowing in the wind, rusting on the floor.
I will.
Of your five eyes,
hear the death of the flashing of my eyes.
As do the violence of hell.
Thy ascendant,
carrying ashes,
of what thy descent.
I carried my fire,
through the valleys.
It's radiant, outside the wicked night.
The sleepers,
are awakening.