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Pentarch

"Pentarch" Lyrics by Convulsing

As the years drag on

Burdensome accumulations

Towing the yoke of history

Tilling arid soil

Once defiant, honed and gleaming,

Marred by regrets and defeats

In private wars of little wider consequence

The blade now dull and heavy,

Futile

No closer than before

The end can never come

Only a fool would seek

Release from his labours

Within my panopticon

Lashed, limbs outstretched

Fastened at five points

Dislocated from the core

Withering in stasis

Awaiting conclusion

Searing heat of illumination

Ceaseless pain of salvation

Searing

Heat

Ceaseless

Pain

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