Testo The Reductionist

Testo The Reductionist

Truth is your goal
All must be quantified and measured
Mind curbs the soul
Only mundane phenomena render you pleasure

Why fear the strange?
Real but out of range
All's about to change

You believe the lies are true
Spectral realms eluding you
By my hand you soon will see
The full extent of your reality

Stark irony
Behold your beloved nature grant you
Access to worlds you forthright dismiss
Because they're too big for your world view

Wake up from your sleep

Brace yourself for the break of dawn
At the bank of Acheron
I will be there to welcome you
Stop resisting
Drink the spirit brew

We have been expecting you
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