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GODS:</i> She believes she is embrancing infinite truth. One feeble spirit touch
and She will catch the first glimpse of disharmony.
SHE:
Resting from my godly gift
Shades of formless visit my dreams
A vague voice, a grinding graze
Exposing me to myself
Chorus:
How can this be?
The world I perceive has to be me
Are these dimensions out of reach?
An absent-minded, anxious god
Twisting the lives in a mortal shell
Let me dissolve into the formless world
Chorus
Even he almighty are intended to fall