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We enter the depths of the darkened shadowed halls Lead by soothing voices, the distant spirits call Like the wave of fire from the blowing autumn leaves A wave of chilling darkness quickly rushes over me Lying on a frozen tomb with a trancendental shroud Eyes sense something moving in the black and purple clouds Open eyes to see the weather patterns form. Staring at the sky The blazing firestorm Calling to the rain to clense our restless soul Taken to the sky through a glowing open hole Meeting lucent fugres eminating light Faceless in the darkness Faces made of light Deep voices from inside speak out from within In the sea of endless darkness a phantasm begins In a quiet place so close, but so very far away Hear the voices tremble as the static fades away Unveiled imagrey with surreal transparency Look into the mirrors through everyone we see This surreal catharsis happening to you and me unfolds the book of empty pages with total clarity Satchitananda Satchitananda Satchitananda Unfold the book of empty pages with total clarity From Letras Mania