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Dies Irae I
Dies Irae II
Dies Irae III
Dies Irae IV
Dies Irae V
Dies Irae VI
Dies Irae VII
Teadium Vitae I
Teadium Vitae II
Teadium Vitae III
Teadium Vitae IV
Lux in Tenebris I
Lux in Tenebris II
Lux in Tenebris III
Lux in Tenebris IV
Lux in Tenebris V
Lux in Tenebris VI
Lux in Tenebris VII
Lux in Tenebris VIII
Lux in Tenebris IX

Was it in the pitch of morning did thy come to graveled courtyards and did hearken of soft footsteps in still puddles of sad quarry. Nigh did I follow thee past rivers and dark forest in blue thunder did I acquiesce and come to open pastures red with clover cast in dew and shadowed season. On to forward thy did lead me into valleys and wide deserts laced in rumbling far-off fleeting of reverberating echoes. Rise to soft, thee sad, came melodies, did they flow of lost forgotten children and their chanting did they call me and I followed. Of heavenly voices did they sing of lost chorus in words set of hope so deep and sonorous.  Did I humble me before them of new wonder did I see them in lost ending and I came upon my knees that my legs would no longer take me. That they drubbed me and did excoriate me and did flay me and did roll me in vile purgation. That they did shackle me and defile me and did desiccate me with salt and un-pure sanctions. Was it that they took from me that from which I see and they did gouge me and did tear from me that from which I speak and they did keep me as their scourge and did inflict upon me hate and hurt and harm. And I looked out over barren plains in my mind's eye did I wonder, did I cry thee out of unnamed friend for they did strike me and defile me and did cast me, but I was not undone. Was it that I strained for simple enlightenment, for I had been forsaken by all that called themselves of man and I knew not why. And the memory of that which was spoken unto me did come of light within me and I heard the words thee echoed in the corners of my mind as thee spoke them long ago: 
"You are never alone dear Oversoul, for I dwell within you. Look for me and you shall find me. Call for me and I shall come."    Was it then that the gentle hand of that which is in me did come of me and did hold me and did comfort me and did bring unto me the escape of altered consciousness and soothing sleep though I lay faltering and drifting in unanswered questions.

Dies Irae     (Days of Anger)