| Exhale as the maelstrom returns
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| And bodies fall into Eden Abyssal
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| Amorphous and poorly instincted
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| Unmove with the giants of the seabed
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| Entities muted and subdued
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| To noise that has given us names
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| Alien voices remain unechoed
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| From alien mountains
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| Still the breath of engines is never inhaled
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| Lest the tree of life decays
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| Thus, as the Hadal turns edenwards
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| We place our Cherubim east of a shipwrck
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| Our breath and noise is bioluminescnt
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| And clandestine and untaught
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| Black wisdom fountain, silent and fierce
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| You subaqueous demon turbines
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| Return to your nest and convey:
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| God’s sign shan’t reach this abyss
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| No, God still sent no sign
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| You’re trapped without escape
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| In a spell for a pure dawn’s biome
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| For the marine lights to shine forth
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| Lights that break before God
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| Natural colours unimagined through smoke
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| No shape of a deep sea tree
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| Our angels are dressed in light
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| For one last glare, for once in life, kneel down in purity
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| When the lights come on down here
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| In the realm of a pure dawn’s biome
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| It’s like fire
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| Entreat your God to hold his breath
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| It’s like fire |