| (In the wake of what’s to come, more than one oracle in history point to a
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| single date
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| We are the last generation to exist before the war
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| An ancient culture has predicted the date without any form of denial or doubt.)
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| Before the arrival of unmanifested worlds
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| Nothing exists but night and silence
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| In the unending vast yawning void
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| Gods are withdrawn in their supernal spheres
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| Space and time are mere abstractions
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| Matter is nonexistent in the
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| Absence of any organized
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| Vitality
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| Time was not lying asleep in
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| Infinite Duration
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| The mighty winter and long cold night
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| Of nonbeing
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| Realm of the fire melts the distant masses
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| Forming vapor in the void
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| The rivers of lives will embody
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| Untouched worlds
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| No elements, no forms, no times
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| Yet to condense from primordial nebula
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| The dust of dead antecedent stars
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| The gaping abyss is alone
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| Overtones vibrate throughout sleeping shelves of space
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| Protosubstance becoming Orgalmer
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| From the giants flesh planets were born
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| Raging seas of his blood
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| From his bones mountains rise
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| Creative process of progressive manifestation
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| Marks the feeding of the tree of life
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| The three have connotation
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| Of power to control
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| Officiating at the rites of procreation
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| And bringing death by withdrawing consciousness
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| From the spheres of being
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| The rivers kingdoms pursue
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| Their courses of embodiment
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| Through the agents of creation and destruction
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| The souls past decides
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| Judgment of its inner God
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| Domains now form
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| Existence reveals
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| Energy which travels through
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| Waters of space
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| And its place in the many layered regions of the dead
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| As humans will be born
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| So the threat to us is formed
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| In infinite space breeds
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| A multiple of new seeds
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| In regions of the universe will live rancorous beings
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| Set to subjugate
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| The Vervum they will seek
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| For the power struggle to control destiny |