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Open your eyes wide 
Beyond the blazes of Cain
Beyond the seven 
Are mortals born from strange flesh 
And from divine light
That stolen light of wisdom
Yaldabaoth’s treasure
Where her light is imprisoned
In moons of cracked ice 
In cold moons of ghostly white 
Or flowing in worlds 
Of simply endless oceans 
Both purple and blue 
Or live in constant twilight
Or twins of our world
Filled with men and savage beasts
But with trees of black
Orbiting stars of blood red
These are all strangers 
Not to us or each other
But to the cosmos 
Just as Christ is a stranger 
In the universe 
Where infinite archons rule
We are all brethren 
Born from the same holy light
That fell before time 
Our flesh simply iron cloaks 
Made of stars long dead
Stars that had black holes within 
But yearning to taste 
The tree of gnosis within
And the tree of life 
Stretching from hell to heaven
For we are all men
Not as flesh, but as true Man
Since Man existed 
Before the cosmos was formed
And Christ has prepared 
A place for each one of us  
Some lovers of Christ
Ask “How can the sun arise
On every planet
When he only went down once”
These souls do not know
The heights of his divine love 
The depths of his grace
For Christ came to our blue world 
Not once but three times
He can gracefully come down 
Not three hundred times
But thirty septillion times 
To every star’s child
For he is heaven’s power
Filled with endless grace
And his love is infinite
Love arrayed in flesh 
Maybe on other planets
He came not in flesh
But as a life-filled phantom 
As an avatar 
Who gave the keys of gnosis
To the passerby 
Therefore, the incarnation
Happened only once
Having once swallowed all death
Not just the world’s death
But death across the abyss 
Burying matter
Perishable and lightless 
And turning himself
Into an everlasting 
Aeon for all
The cosmos suffered with him
Crucified with him
Through gnosis, arose with him
Through life, live with him
Subverting every archon 
Crushing cosmic fate
Flipping Yaldaboath’s throne 
With a single cross
As the gnosis tree regrown
With Christ as its fruit 
If cosmic perplexity 
Blinds you to the void
Blinds you to the dark craftsman
Who shackles all this
Know that all is a mirror
Of the Pleroma
There is an infinite gap
Between a googol
And heaven’s infinity 
For all is a seed
A seed to the Pleroma 
Insignificant 
But cherished with unseen light
So, open your eyes
And pray for the world you see
And for souls in the beyond
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