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Spirit Melt

Vortex is not a black hole Its last chamber is a place of rest of the divine elemental soul And reflection of that soul Is in us all It is the under fabric of being must Before it everything else is dust It is extending the soul when vortexes entry one will pass Without it nothing exists therefore exist vortex must It is the force without name Without prejudice or blame From existence itself it came The last refuge but it will always stand because of its positioning in the game

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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