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The Roaring Voice of the God of Death
Journeys do end
So others begin…
Greeted by echoes
Of the Unseen…
Abandonment
Is the Harbinger of abstraction
Essence of dreams - dreams of realities
Beyond and Within
The claws of the Black One thrust forth,
Tearing the "I" asunder.
Abandonment…
Frail… to the point of non-existence
Abandoning the husk of flesh
Towards transcendence…
The Roaring Voice of the God of Death
Drinking of Heaven
On the roof of the World…
Outside a shell
So fragile and cold…
Joining the echoes
Of the Unseen…
