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“There are rooms in that place where the air tastes different, and firelight moves in strange ways. Sometimes I dream of those rooms. I see impossible shapes, and hateful eyes stare at me through doorways that shift and flicker, draining me of my waking memories. It feels almost as if they want to remind me that they're there. They don't want me to forget.”
- anonymous Volke neophyte, laity of the Deluvia ziggurat
Over, ocean. Over, over
We stand as one form; become as one form
Forgive us, for we lack the strength to affect our own salvation. Our eyes open
Our hybrid faithless strides as one
New-found iris-less lids gaze upon the world drinker
Dawn comes for us; we wake with our wills fixing upon the polemic of this imperception. Our eyes open
Low is the light that guides us, is the design that binds us
So you'll share this skin, you'll share this vastness. Only a god could save us from this
Free from sin. Ungrazed by chain, by sympathy. Flawless and flawed
Thirst needs only the thirst-less, only the powerless, to thrive
Pray, Chimaera, deliver us from the lies that we defy
So live, so shed blood for blood, flood of minds
Let the rivers flow again in timeless waves, and save us from our own weakness, flood of minds
Low is the light that guides us, is the design that binds us
So you'll share this skin, you'll share this vastness. Only a god could save us from this
Free from sin. Ungrazed by chain, by sympathy. Flawless and flawed
Hate needs only the hate-less, only the powerless, to thrive
Pray, Chimaera, deliver us from the lies that we defy
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