| Instinctively follow the intertwined paths through the darkness
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| With no recollection of my arrival
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| Fading images of the past are lost into a dismal veil
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| Masking my thoughts my thoughts with images of wretched demigods
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| Soot rains, and volcanic ash falls down from the heavens
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| Serving as the back-drop for the prophet, who speaks in distorted tongues
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| I hear it coming from my sub being, a voice unstopped by physical boundaries
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| Inhuman frequencies, oscillating. | 
| causing the earth to quake and split tremors
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| The ground around me crumbles away into a blackened ocean
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| Now speaking to me. | 
| «drink from the water,» a voice beckoning
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| Insisting that it contains the key. | 
| the yopo tree holds great power
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| It is only there you can escape this existence
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| Captivated by the creatures beauty, diminishing the fear of death
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| How do I escape the darkness that has over thrown me?
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| «you must drink from the water to find the forest of illusion»
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| I throw myself from the cliff toward the dark water
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| Falling through the clouds that explode with electric bolts
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| The wind screams with the voices of the dead
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| I must not be one with them. | 
| driven on only by images of the fabrication
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| I enter the foam breaking into a new world. | 
| filling my lungs and stomach
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| The spirits aura carries me through the portal. | 
| emerging reborn into darkness
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| Into a realm reminiscent of my home world. | 
| a paradoxical plane of existence
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| Where physical limitation is exceeded by your mental awareness
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| I am washed to a blackened shore, a beach of charred remains
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| The gore leads deep into the forest. | 
| illuminated with evil light
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| I’m drawn to the bright glow. | 
| trees envious at the sight of life
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| Whispering to one another. | 
| they are living entities in this world
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| Their trunks decorated with intestines. | 
| leading to my destination
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| I reach the plateau. | 
| a mound of severed limbs stands before me
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| Within it the great tree grows
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| Covered in wavy fungus with giant blue and gold flakes
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| I devour the over-sized shrooms
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| A mirror image of myself forms from thick emerald vapor
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| Venting from the bark. | 
| the discarnate form kneels before me
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| I become bound by roots that grow rapidly from the soil
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| The humanoid whispers through telepathy, «welcome,»
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| As if a cue to rip my body from its ligaments
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| I am reverted to a infant of an earthly womb
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| Fastened to this plane |