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Temenos To create a sacred space I have defiled. The universe falls in upon itself. The twist transposes my dimensions three. I've tried not to offend but I offend I've tried not to deceive but I deceive The irony of every thing I do Is that irony is all that I achieve. The order of the universe is this, That gravity's intrinsic to my feet. My clay that craves to rise may only rise The moment my destruction is complete. |
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