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Just? look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best. You have much to celebrate. Celebrate diversity, the joy of sex in the city. Make it, YOU, at your behest, the center of your Universe. Where only a black hole resides, and your own worst enemy? Hyde's. It's not lonely there. There's YOU! That's all right dearest. Party like it's 2 0 1 9. After all, everything you have and are is because of being free and solitary. To thine own self be true! A self propogating gene of Genie Is only rubbed out when it's convenient for YOU. Live like a con-gypsy under Gaias loving gaze of nativity. As you sweep the wind beneath your wings and batten down the sails, a treasure hunting pirate on life's seven seas'swells. Through the river Styx, Flotsam, Jetsam mental living, Hell? Some things are meant to be. Like milk and honey. But not according to "do what thou will" It is a suicide into lonely. Drunkenness into endless sleep. Although, they call the new aged Kool Aid, harmless wine. I see, that it matches fine; with neurosis, scerosis of inclusion, invader intrusion, plucked from narcissistic vines. Tended by demon. From the Forest of delusion. Pairs well with the thorns of Night. Take a sip of that self hypnosis. Does it go down smooth? Or does it have a kick? Then kick your arse on down the line. Off your booth, in Life. Ritually drunk and now, suddenly divine at your own behest. A little bit of courage, right? Something to take the edge off, the edge of night? Regret. Sugar on the brain that foments its fermentation over time. Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia? A poultice tea for the sick? A placebo innoculation against lack of faith? Selfishness in self paranoia, Just for your sake. A dark principality and clever mind- Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against the stake, like an aneurism. Those pesky ghosts of darkness. In the blood. Possess your sconces, wick and flame, dead. Seek to destroy, the lightbringing. Your senses dampened, fuse blown guard down. Darkness. Integrity bled. On the Rampage. Rampant. Their Entrance. Gained instead.

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The Mirror's Tear Part 2

Just? look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best. You have much to celebrate. Celebrate diversity, the joy of sex in the city. Make it, YOU, at your behest, the center of your Universe. Where only a black hole resides, and your own worst enemy? Hyde's. It's not lonely there. There's YOU! That's all right dearest. Party like it's 2 0 1 9. After all, everything you have and are is because of being free and solitary. To thine own self be true! A self propogating gene of Genie Is only rubbed out when it's convenient for YOU. Live like a con-gypsy under Gaias loving gaze of nativity. As you sweep the wind beneath your wings and batten down the sails, a treasure hunting pirate on life's seven seas'swells. Through the river Styx, Flotsam, Jetsam mental living, Hell? Some things are meant to be. Like milk and honey. But not according to "do what thou will" It is a suicide into lonely. Drunkenness into endless sleep. Although, they call the new aged Kool Aid, harmless wine. I see, that it matches fine; with neurosis, scerosis of inclusion, invader intrusion, plucked from narcissistic vines. Tended by demon. From the Forest of delusion. Pairs well with the thorns of Night. Take a sip of that self hypnosis. Does it go down smooth? Or does it have a kick? Then kick your arse on down the line. Off your booth, in Life. Ritually drunk and now, suddenly divine at your own behest. A little bit of courage, right? Something to take the edge off, the edge of night? Regret. Sugar on the brain that foments its fermentation over time. Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia? A poultice tea for the sick? A placebo innoculation against lack of faith? Selfishness in self paranoia, Just for your sake. A dark principality and clever mind- Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against the stake, like an aneurism. Those pesky ghosts of darkness. In the blood. Possess your sconces, wick and flame, dead. Seek to destroy, the lightbringing. Your senses dampened, fuse blown guard down. Darkness. Integrity bled. On the Rampage. Rampant. Their Entrance. Gained instead.