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As She chants into Me, He scry backs into Me - ;
but I was Both then - still am,
as the enochian planes become visible
in Ether with Theirs am,
as Guides they became
for I listen - then do trust, this must be it
but they should not, not,
not for my hands - but others whom
around me may slither.
For as swords flies to flutter around Me,
wilt they then be cut short,
as I am the Stillness - this fear'th not
as Ptah - the Immovable is
in the Ark of the Covenant
once was in a valley between mounds.
Their rights to the ciphers
have all but expired - they fear it so,
also I understand - why.
My mind is blankness - wiped away
as into the abyt'h cast
was I as Me - I know'th not, wise nit,
as the Holy Books were left
without kisses on them
did this world into darkness fall
there it must remain ;
as tears drip into my hands
a thousand years it is.
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