Everlasting sidereal record
Trembling hands over perfect denotations
The sense of great magnitude
Blur the reality to melt the life lines (Blinding outcome)
Degeneration of the machine
Recorded in hexagonal libraries
The syntax dances at the pace of the deceiving time
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The unbound abduction of my own conceptions
Slay the perspectives
Blow every organic fuse
We're going to blow every organic fuse
And make yourself aware of your burning crown
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The mirror is welded to the final rapture
Pieces fit without preamble
Sequence as a contrast, open your eyes
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Upstairs the purifiers are subject to the visual misinformation
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The search for divine conception is to fall into oblivion
In some hexagon the universe is justified

The universe is justified
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In the final catalog
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The human, work of chance or work of the evil demiurges
The imperfect librarian, easy prey of the prison self-deception
The universe abruptly usurped the unlimited dimensions of hope
The fucking hope