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The Immaculate

We are in glass houses full of our own insanity. We are built of bricks and blood, Bone N soul howling in stone. We are the strong that out lie the wrong. They are the one The coming son The spoor of the Immaculate, ejaculate, and bombastic! We can see each and every particle of the night (fantastic)... The black element of the cursed universes... We are the ones that swim in the golden rays Of the holy son. Driven in time… Around the outer runs. The pools of Immaculate, Cuming insane. Of godheads and broke thrones, Of immature hours, stars, and moons... Feeling its power! We are the glass minds, inner sight, We build buildings of infinite, We need fires that light. The inner walls of our glasshouse... We build; Bricks, sticks, and machined things. The black elements of the cursed universe... Take flight on dark mineral wings.

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