Black wall
Barrier
Gulf between being and annihilation
Look beyond with eyes of flame
Through the staffs and snakes I flow
To produce a flame of pure death
Drawing me back
For this land is dust and formlessness
Shades of the dead
Blown like ash on the wind
Lament their wretched fate
Not to walk in flesh again
Shall death contain a soul,
A fire with the will to return?
Bitter catalyst indeed
To begin such a transformation
A hate beyond all reckoning
To stretch between the states
Smashing the wheel of Karma
Rampaging back into reality
Vistas from beyond
Reflected in cold dead eyes
What prism could calculate or contain them?
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