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Grey Eyes Golden SkinRaising his hand to the crucifixLike a blade sinking through skin Teeth are reddened, rising Fractions ripple across the spheres A hegemony contorted by this sickly upstart Necrotic schisms raping paradigm Perceive the masks, smiling Perceive the truth, a sword Scintillating, unsheathed in all its glory All its kaleidoscopic fury To strike Cataclysm of insight Dare the naked chasm Yet truth is never unveiled As if ravaged by spectres and rent asunder Raped and beaten to the ground The World Without End is falling to pieces Monotonous hammer of the Gods is crushed Against skin turned gold The copper sun is setting at last, Diving downwards, faster and faster Come mirrors, distend these clouds Trapped in the endless chain of sounds As spoken by the uncreated mouth Behind those cold grey eyes A thousand smiles hide And the new sun will never rise This is the pit we deserve This is the end we deserve |