SPIDERS (PASSPORT)
It is I, returning to the Flames
It is I, chained at the feet of Iblis
To reign a King in the lowest realm
To refuse to serve in Jannah
It is I, the ifrit between the skies
Listening in on the angels
Burdened by birth to cold hands
Fleeing the meteors cast at me
Search for me in the mycorrhizae
And ask of me to the spiders.
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Written to Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel and Furor Divinus by Behemoth.
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