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    Tzimtzum • Tzimtzum (track 07)

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(Zodocare eca od zodameranu hoathahe Saitan)
 
On the first day, I created light
but cast a darkness on the garden
rose from the ashes, the Tree of Eden
burnt to the ground by the sons of Adam and
I've lived for 6000 years
just to die on the dark side of Luna's womb
born again to bleed the conviction of Gaia's unmarried moon.
 
And on the 7th day, I forfeit rest
as the sun eclipsed inside my chest
My heartbeat's solstice summoned Lilith
to burn down the garden and burn me down with it.
 
Since my first breath I rested
beneath the Tree of Life is the Tree of Death
where I then planted the seeds of me.
 
And this is my last breath
my first death, yet
like the Black Sun I shed my husks and set.
And I'm the last Horus on the horizon
rising and dying but I'm finally free.
 
(odo cicle qaa; zorge, lape zodoredo noco Mad, hoath laida)
 
Now I'm praying facing the precipice of the endless,
a hanged-man hierophant growing into a lotus.
On the threshold of forever, I discover my dead father;
I lift his body toward the ethers and we pass the gate together.
Paradise on the other side and I begin to remember:
My son's visage in the distance - I was created in his image.
No gods can breathe without our heartbeats.
Fire burns my body, but I'm finally free.
 
This is my last breath,
this is my first death.
Like the Black Sun, I shed my husks and set.
But yet, I'm finally free.
 
I was the moon covered in my mother's blood;
I was my father, a sackcloth-covered Sun.
I became before them, before the first equinox
before the endless womb and the Darkness that created God.
I am the first light, now extinguished
flickering somewhere on the outskirts of the Infinite.
Buried under my children in the graveyard of the stars;
the boundless unborn - their silence speaks my existence.
 
I am the endless everlasting eclipse,
dawned beyond death the Southern Crux and dreamt
the promise of a prophet unbroken by a bastard,
the last words of a savior disavowing His Creator.
And I descend a final time haloed by hellfire -
even in this darkness every star will remember
that my heart follows the procession, though I need not hear its beat,
and the endless ocean flows through my veins
as the tide takes me to a place
where the last sunrise
and the infinite night meet.
 

 

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