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Amid the offal, abide with me
2212A Mote Constitutes What To Me Is Not All, And Eternally All, Is Nothing
1703Vision Wallows In Symphonies Of Light
1324A Devourer Of Fitting Shades Who Dwells In Rays Of Light
1325Uncreation’s whirring loom you ply with crippled fingers
1006To weave the tapestry of nought
847The barren earth oozes blood, and shakes and moans, to drink her children’s gore
718The blossoms of your tomorrow shall unfold in my heart
689Lest I should perish with travel, effete and weary, as my knees refuse to bear me thither
6210Descent To The Temple
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