When there was no shape The apex of answers was still untold They are not the prime of existence Nor are they of the other realm They are not the mouths that breath life When the heavens and sky were still not created They were not the void or the light Reverse the thoughts Channel the foundation Earth Station One may give us a clue When there was no shape They were not the source Dimensional disassembly The apex of answers may unfold Three times metamorphosis They are of the Nothing, if anything Negate the divine for an answer Discover the meaning, trace the lines Lahoot Salbi, Apophasis Even asks Zarathustra Who are the divine? Reverse the thoughts Channel the foundation Earth Station One may give us a clue The Word, the Sham, the Vessel Repeat the word like grains of soil Cycle of queues in the dark THEY ARE NOT!
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