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 [GOTHiC/PSYCHOSiS]Outstretch your ar
ms to the sky, and tell your pain to the world.Ou
tstretch your faith to the gods, feel the power of wrath un
furled."A la lune, de aucune, rancune." quoth the
 bitter harvest moon."Look not to me with absolut
ion - do not surrender quite so soon.I am not al
l that I appear to be, under this limitless facade.
Do not regard me as expressionless, but with the depth 
of a god.Very few percieve me as I truly am, whi
le others sit and wonder,Was I once part of an i
nfinite whole - the universe torn asunder?Come a
nd feel my pain with me, hold on to my moonbeams ever-brigh
t.Come and journey with me, feel the hidden desi
res of endless night."The moonsong is cut short,
 as the fiery sun ascends the dusky sky,The harv
est moon, retracts its beams, and disappears with a sigh...