In my thoughts, in my dreams, in that abysmal abyss, I found scorched memories and the lips of an angel I once did kiss.
For her I did stumble, For her I did fall,
She was my muse and my Siren's call.
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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