We fell and were dressed in skin
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as beasts to roam this labyrinth
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the voice of the Cosmic Mind
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still echoes in the depths inside
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Behold these carnal forms
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against a background of gold
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with black aureoles
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Spirit and matter, the balance and the battle
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polarity - the basis of all living and dead
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the dragon and the serpent, the higher and the lower
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polarity - the basis of all written and said
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By a modern means to an ancient end
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to pour reason on the minds once bent
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the "I" is nought without the "AM"
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awareness, light the wick in man
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Full of the hunger to absorb more
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and to shine it all forth
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with black aureoles
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Spirit and matter, the balance and the battle
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polarity - the basis of all living and dead
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the dragon and the serpent, the higher and the lower
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polarity - the basis of all written and said
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The warmth on our backs
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is the same on your chest
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and the cold beneath our feet
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is the one on your flesh
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With Black Aureoles
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Alghazanth |