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The Gentle Interplays of Space 09-26-04

The Transfixiation, beyond all modes of travel
A floating, disconnected, foreign and unknown,
Appearing first as a mirage of air forming a path of gravel
Where the outer-relms beckon forward the gates of jornies yonder
Along these stones now lost in time as wanderers

For spirits live still in our most forgotten corners
Beyond the gods now murdered by mankind
Their empty corpes stacked as trench walls
To defend and perpel, to possess our fragile minds
So that we may join these gods in testament to our fall
And protect the hollowed halls where the poisoned minds of man
Lay seathing in the puddles of their struggles all in vain

When the doorway to escape appears before the eyes
In great visions conjured from your dreams
When we call through the aether, through history and time
For shadows lingering beyond our sky's horizon
To overwhelm and devour our existence in unison
And free it from itself

I lend my mind, spirit in these passing times
To The Gentle Interplays of Space
Who hold me in eternals hands
Breathing in their inspiration
To inspire the imagination
Its vison's birth from a soulless earth
So that it may deliver her from reality opposed by none
Its looming incineration in the Empires of the Sun