An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #17

Pray to me,
let the icicles
dash
to pieces
and the f l u i d i t y
of [[[[[ time [[[[[ consume you.

I am
the God
particle.

Meant
to sow
and when I reap
the boundaries
of the night,
every soul
shall waken
from its grave.

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Pray to me,
let the icicles
dash
to pieces
and the f l u i d i t y
of [[[[[ time [[[[[ consume you.

I am
the God
particle.

Meant
to sow
and when I reap
the boundaries
of the night,
every soul
shall waken
from its grave.

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