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Unknowingly Sleeping

This tomb
The deafeningly silent galaxy
In which we repose
Spinning through space
Touching the stars
Is this not why we are here?

A perfect second
Before departure

Blue-black abyss
Corona of the sun-
It has begun

Let the right one in.
It will be sin

Which destroys
Us all
Deservedly so

Yet we choose
Another path

It will be God

Whose Heart we
Find that we will lose
Deservedly so

Wisdom for the prophets
Destruction for the great unwashed

Cleanse and burn
Entreat and meet
Full circle
She knows how it will be

Longevity
Sensuality
Dooms us
And our ultimate condition

Human attrition
Entangled in honey sun which will burn

Every song.

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