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Procession wear my lids are resting over an age old aching soul leading out to waters beyond this glass like dome, four corners make creation to places we have unknown secrets tell the tales where ice is overgrown, let not their stories blind...

Procession wear my lids are resting

over an age old aching soul

leading out to waters

beyond this glass like dome,

four corners make creation

to places we have unknown

secrets tell the tales

where ice is overgrown,

let not their stories blind your days

for the world will take its course

give in to songs of darker chorus

and monsters will prey your corpse.

 

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