A form lives within me,
,ɘm niʜɈiw ƨɘvil mɿoʇ A
Its being a decry,
‘ʎɹɔǝp ɐ ƃuᴉǝq sʇI
Of so purer things,
,ƨϱniʜɈ ɿɘɿυq oƨ ʇO
Which only but wry,
‘ʎɹʍ ʇnq ʎluo ɥɔᴉɥM
And fore nought upon visage,
,ɘϱɒƨiv noqυ Ɉʜϱυon ɘɿoʇ bnA,ƨϱniʜɈ ɿɘɿυq oƨ ʇO
From what purpose they vie,
‘ǝᴉʌ ʎǝɥʇ ǝsodɹnd ʇɐɥʍ ɯoɹℲ
For my world is hollow,
,wolloʜ ƨi blɿow γm ɿoᆿ
And it had seen our sky;
;ʎʞs ɹno uǝǝs pɐɥ ʇᴉ pu∀
The tears of the heavens,
,ƨnɘvɒɘʜ ɘʜɈ ʇo ƨɿɒɘɈ ɘʜT
From thy putrid eye,
‘ǝʎǝ pᴉɹʇnd ʎɥʇ ɯoɹℲ
Falling as Lucifer,
,ɿɘʇiɔυ⅃ ƨɒ ϱnillɒᆿ
Took vestige unto I,
‘I oʇun ǝƃᴉʇsǝʌ ʞoo┴
To a wretched path,
,ʜɈɒq bɘʜɔɈɘɿw ɒ oT
Along the cracks of nigh,
‘ɥƃᴉu ɟo sʞɔɐɹɔ ǝɥʇ ƃuol∀
Wretched and seared,
,bɘɿɒɘƨ bnɒ bɘʜɔɈɘɿW
By my own form defied,
‘pǝᴉɟǝp ɯɹoɟ uʍo ʎɯ ʎq
It does but proceed,
,bɘɘɔoɿq Ɉυd ƨɘob ɈI
Unquestioned and untried,
‘pǝᴉɹʇun puɐ pǝuoᴉʇsǝnbu∩
So powerful, indomitable,
,ɘldɒɈimobni ,lυʇɿɘwoq oƧ
That all it would descry,
‘ʎɹɔsǝp plnoʍ ʇᴉ llɐ ʇɐɥ┴
Must cease to be,
,ɘd oɈ ɘƨɒɘɔ ɈƨυM
Must cease,
‘ǝsɐǝɔ ʇsnW
and die.
.ɘib bnɒ
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