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even to the end of space of this cycle.
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Aye, glimpsed the HOUNDS of the Barrier,
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lying in wait for he who would pass them.
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In that space where time exists not,
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faintly I sensed the guardians of cycles.
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Move they only through angles.
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Free are they not of the curved dimensions.
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Strange and terrible
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are the HOUNDS of the Barrier.
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Follow they consciousness to the limits of space.
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Think not to escape by entering your body,
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for follow they fast the Soul through angles.
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Only the circle will give ye protection,
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save from the claws
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of the DWELLERS IN ANGLES.
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Once, in a time past,
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I approached the great Barrier,
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and saw on the shores where time exists not,
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the formless forms
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of the HOUNDS of the barrier.
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Aye, hiding in the midst beyond time I found them;
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and THEY, scenting me afar off,
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raised themselves and gave the great bell cry
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that could be heard from cycle to cycle
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and moved through space toward my soul.
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Fled I then fast before them,
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back from time's unthinkable end.
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But ever after me pursued they,
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moving in strange angles not known to man.
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Aye, on the gray shores of TIME-SPACE'S end
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found I the HOUNDS of the Barrier,
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ravening for the Soul
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who attempts the beyond.
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Fled I through circles back to my body.
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Fled, and fast after me they followed.
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Aye, after me the devourers followed,
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seeking through angles to devour my Soul.
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Aye, know ye man,
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that the Soul who dares the Barrier
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may be held in bondage
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by the HOUNDS from beyond time,
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held till this cycle is completed
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and left behind
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when the consciousness leaves.
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Entered I my body.
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Created the circles that know not angles,
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created the form
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that from my form was formed.
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Made my body into a circle
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and lost the pursuers in the circles of time.
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But, even yet, when free from my body,
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cautious ever must I be
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not to move through angles,
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else my soul may never be free.
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Know ye, the HOUNDS of the Barrier
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move only through angles
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and never through curves of space.
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Only by moving through curves
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can ye escape them,
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for in angles they will pursue thee.
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O man, heed ye my warning;
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Seek not to break open
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the gate to beyond.
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Few there are
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who have succeeded in passing the Barrier
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to the greater LIGHT that shines beyond.
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For know ye, ever the dwellers,
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seek such Souls to hold in their thrall.
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Listen, O man, and heed ye my warning;
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seek ye to move not in angles but curves,
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And if while free from thy body,
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though hearest the sound like the bay of a hound
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ringing clear and bell-like through thy being,
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flee back to thy body through circles,
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penetrate not the midst mist before.
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When thou hath entered the form thou hast dwelt in,
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use thou the cross and the circle combined.
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Open thy mouth and use thou thy Voice.
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Utter the WORD and thou shalt be free.
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Only the one who of LIGHT has the fullest
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can hope to pass by the guards of the way.
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And then must he move
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through strange curves and angles
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that are formed in direction not know to man.
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List ye, O man, and heed ye my warning:
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attempt not to pass the guards on the way.
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Rather should ye seek to gain of thine own Light
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and make thyself ready to pass on the way.
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LIGHT is thine ultimate end, O my brother.
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