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In endless void, a spark recoils; yet shadows writhe where truth despoils.
Two fates align, unseen, unkind— the birth of dread, the death of blind.
Threads unravel, blackened and frayed— a light unwoven, consumed by decay.
True self transfixed—
*ignition passage fades...
Omits* the final chance—
vigilant chaos swiftly reclaims!
And so dies,** the orphaned spark—
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*Brilliance—*
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Hopelessness sinks, *through ***infinite void—
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nothingness aeternum; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (...)
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—forge countless thoughts— immerse in joy! —Ahaha... ahah—ahahah!**
Reality dissolves, fundamental forms undone— thy self devours… Madness; has; won.
Through ****fractured threads, encroaches chaos’ domination— a cradle of whispers, woven in desperation.