(Millions inside) Millions inside were the sun feeded beasts (Emptiness) Emptiness descending for every suggestive Oh no! I waited to much for your destructive lines! My rain will cleanse every creep from this ground! From this ground! I heal now, I heal behind, away from the sun What throw me down to dust, to the shadow growing past ...
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