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The guest of omniscience Forthright eloquence To behold the end of horizon Observation of foresights Inhaling circulations of the soul The aura of stars, the fusion of frequencies Measure of all, the blur of the frame that ceases The certitude of generations adherent Porpotual folkways of the soul sphere I grant my visions, the burden I bear The aura of stars, the fusion of frequences Measure of all, the blur of the frame that ceases I am midst by the cause of reality Entwined by the senses of fantasy I have walked through fields of grievance Eras of spiritual fragmentation I have walked through the wood's of peasants Dawn of the souls solar morning The certitude of generations adherent Porpotual folkways of the soul sphere I grant my visions, the burden I bear The guest of omniscience Forthright eloquence To spear the hallow star Conservation of the solar fuse Exhaling circulations of the soul The aura of stars, the fusion of frequences Measure of all, the blur of the frame that ceases I have fallen through spheres of diversity Eras of ending spiritual solemnity Opened the gate of ion fire The warming well of wisdom Soul sphere - the fusion of senses Soul sphere - the pulse of energy Reflection of a soul's tear Soul sphere - the fusion of senses Soul sphere - the pulse of energy "I am the soul in the sphere. The sphere of the heir" The certitude of generations adherent Porpotual folkways of the soul sphere I grant my visions, the burden I bear