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Threshold wanderers
Daath dwellers
Usucaptors in lands
Of no hope and no grace
Preachers of the fall
Surveyors of the astray
In darkness and in ruin,
In gutters of ascension
Behold the Logos
begotten of death
From the midst of cold ash
comes the voice of the living god
Further down
To the roots of withered pillars
Through the scorched ground
And you shall know perdition
And it will set you free
Grey ash prayer
Severed from the unconscious
Perverse theodicy
Atrocious immanence
With hearts toward none
