All these spiders and these serphants, Pulling my being right to surface
Burning and freezing of my purpose, Eart is hurting for some meaning
Looking for answers in the bleeding, Through the Qabal that crash and fall
Just some energetic food, For these beings in the walls
Once they go back to seeing all these Gnostics calls erode my smile
Guess I'll be here for a while, Closing my eyes
Theyve turned up the dile, yeah
93 calling to Mithra, Leviathan
Simulate wold order
Sacreds are crying and
Prophecys unfolding
Chaos a dominate force
Defile discourse
Blood in my eyes were staring to climb
Atantis returning
Purging some souls
All just for divine
A Six seven kind
A Fractaling sky
Its finally time
Enochian signs
Promethean states
When we dream aloud
We transcend out fate
Like a crystal ball
We observe it all
Please sigils
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