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Reflections of the Daemon

As I close my dry, weary reddish eyes, the daydreams of whence I was not alone pour forth in an enchanting kaleidoscope with vast imagery and electrified emotions. Some the brightest yellow and gold, others a tawny, deep dark bluish black. But, they're mine; no one can take them away from me. A new excursion into old memories begins. You are to be pitied more than I...perhaps. I soar above all your innumerable miseries, partaking within the nature of an angel; for you've said, my place is not in your sphere. You have the earth; I have boundless space. You, enchained below, by a thousand bonds of your gross, materialistic, in-genuine cruxes. You attend your religious mass when convenient; find time to pray only when you want something. You cannot depart and plunge into a limpid sea nor travel through the vastness of time and space. Lost on your arid shores, my mind drinks deep as I drown in the desert choking on your soul.

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