Onward to the flames,
In affiliation with
Tiphareth which is
letting glares reflected
on my fleshly helmet,
between the sands and
abysmal grounds that
rival the grotto where
numen stuck, thus only hillocks
remain visible through dust-laden
rapture of circulating
times, onset, assault of
invocation fluids from
that season mouth as blood lines
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