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Do not be afraid, oh unentlightend ones. This is the path of least resistance. This is the path which will lead you to a new dawn of mankind...or something...yeah whatevah. There is a woman and she must become There is an object; its planes are not simple And there at the table, the wary-eyed one Pale petals fall in a room full of ashes Accompany music with terrible sounds And as each one falls it makes love to the floor Bloodstains come out of the ground Pale heart, your words are as sharp as a knife That stabs in the dark at intruders unknown Your tongue can feel blood seeping out of your eyes The knife sharpens itself and drives home There is a place where the ashes are soil The petals are roses, the full moon is round There is a wave, and it carries you forward Across stormy deserts to find solid ground |
