Ever smoldered splendor.
Never grieving pathos.
Being as the clean sword of…
righteousness.
Encompass the sibylline leaves.
The only truth starts in these ruins here.
An altered state of dianoia.
Auscultation of the inner grid of activity.
Proficient selfness won’t cease.
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