Rippling gods have sat down on their
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shapeless thrones in the numbness
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voids in eternal time of endless space
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Deserted prayer wanders away (from)
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hopeless mind like my spirit cries
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in agonies and stamina
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Crawling cosmos silence from
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the trones above the clamed cloudes of deep blue sky
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I can’t hear myself !
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Am I really here or do the cosmos mirrors
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reflect my forms of cosmos silence.
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Am I ?
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The cosmos mirror reflect my forms
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of cosmos silence...
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Cosmos Silence
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| Decoryah |
