Cold Winds blow
Enter weak Flesh
Freezes your Blood
Black Blood, dark like the Cosmic Night
My Blood is as dark as the
Hole through which Stars fall to Die
My heart is made of Stone
A Rock upon which your Sword shall break
My Soul a Spear
That shall pierce your confused Mind
My Spirit is as white as the
Sky through which Birds rise to Die
A huge, menacing thought comes into Being
The World is beautiful but also Fierce
This World will serve you but also
Kill You
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