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• Artiste: Krallice
• Titre: Diotima
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Wake, nurse your aching brow, the cloud behind your eyes For now soothed by gentle thoughts of oblivion And sexual release Inside every man is a beast, a perfect animal of Self-advancement Unthethered by conscience Beyond the realm of will, while the living self Fragments into quanta Is this the next step? Minds disolved in the Aether, a split species "Diotima, your sun, the more beautiful age, has gone down and now the storms quarrel in frost-covered night" Grant us the power of detachment, that our Fragmented selves will know purpose Ethereal love, spiritsense, of which the physical can only intimate Freedom from this flesh, that I may observe the balance of nature "You, the favourite of the heavenly muse You, who once reconciled the elements Come and comfort me against the chaos of our time Order the raging battle with the peaceful music of Heaven" "Till what's cleft in two become one in the mortal heart Till ancient human nature, so calm, so great, serenely and powerfully rise From out of our seething times" "Heal her life O Gods, a life that you yourselves raised" So she may merge our splintering selves, the physical and the ideal "for not everything is in the power of the Gods, and Mortals would sooner turn into the abyss Each day I shall give my cinders to your flame, And rise up another man"