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		<title>SplankNon at 00:10, 4 December 2006</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[Category:Songs|Life Encapsulated]]&lt;br /&gt;
''The third page is mostly a mass of indecipherable scribbles, with such occasional words or phrases between smears of bat guano as, ''&amp;quot;MUST HAVE RHYTHM!&amp;quot;'' or, ''&amp;quot;Death, destruction... It's all going wrong!&amp;quot;'' visible in the margins. Towards the bottom of the page, this is squeezed in, with a few crossings-out at the beginning, but with elegance and confidence of writing towards the conclusion:''&lt;br /&gt;
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The world is dazzling. Light shines&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On ugliness, depravity, disease.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pain, struggle, waste; Time&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Itself a blight. All things shackled.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Freedom: the dance of death.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Savage and joyful, the duck&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And slash; the rasp of breath,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The mastery of skill and luck.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The blood, the murderous red&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Haze. Blade gliding, blade sweet,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through flesh and bone. Life ended;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Soul departed. From body to meat.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Light blurs, the world fades. And&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Music arises: emotion pure,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Haunting strains, soft and sweet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sorrowful and rejoicing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Perfect, beautiful, majestic,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Herald shows the way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To bitter release.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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From [[The Collected Writings of Izrick]].&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>SplankNon</name></author>
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