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Five daggers of evil,
Calm the tide of bereavement;
Five dangers of evil,
Attempt to engross the faith.
Flow under the blackness,
Of the still and oily haven,
Felt through the touch,
Of levitation in the void;
Slice the fingers, attempt to struggle out,
Release the guts; splash the floor you step on.
Dust, Dragging, Delusion, Despise.
Drown, Ashes, Circle, Outside.
Momentum, the field, to devour, God!
Sacrament, pain, burn, whip, revival!
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