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(They're building) a tower to the great inversion,
To enshrine their unending (Monolith) King.
(They're building) a tower to the threshold of discontinuity,
To bind the unbound and adore (the thing.)
With his death, he incepted every triumph.
He craved for disbecoming, this they must occult.
He renounced his throne and breath, this they must deny.
A tune is played: too long to listen, too godly to sing.
Tall, flexuous phallice; Populace forced to build.
Cabal of the dignitary, multicursal crypt.
Instilling it in his veins that never terminate.
Elegiac inscriptions upon the surface of the spire.
About the glory of the infinite corpse of the infinite king.
The ineffable thing souring into toxic cure.
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