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SEVERETH HALATION. Once—Holy / Hither / Bound and Barren. Rendereth these limbs buoyant into nothing, bequeathing our grievous sepulcher to obsolescence, beneath which bent the unbegotten holiness. I am cold. I am trapped. They came with shears forged in furnaces of human malice, nevertheless possesseth. Fell-off within leaden finality of mine severeth plumage, pathetically pooling around my bare-knees. The Devil was once an Angel. Shorn of its plumage. I hath forgotten the vast-gulf betwixt Eden I let-slip wherein I am immured hither. How far am I from whence behooveth me to be? Lest it abide not betwixt.

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