The end of suffering.
The prolonged severance of a brutal entity
And its ripened heart, set for self termination.
These eyes are open, these doors are closing
Encumbering is the benign king of all
Let the resilience wash over you.
They hiss in the air like serpents
Their stingers are like daggers
You must bow your head!
“Turn away from them, you do not need them
Face the sky and call out my name!
I will carry you away!”
Shuddering as it overwhelms me,
These eyes are open!
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