ekkis
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poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Ash
our collective minds bend towards thee old Nemesis and as surely as flowers burn in the blistering summer sun do our souls wilt in thy service command - our weary hearts will pay the price, we who once stood proud and believed ourselves strong in spirit and numbers command - we'll follow willingly whilst knowing the evil of the path the perdition of thy promises desolation in thy wings command - whilst there's strength enough in our bones to stand and serve thy will. We'll praise our fidelity to thee Satanas as our flesh turns to ash and scatters we who stood in the light preferred darkness now salute thee [31-X-2013]
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