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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a corner of my mind, where time flows like a river of lost memories, the idea of a bizarre universe is born, where souls wander through a forest of shadows, a collective dance of minds covered in the ashes of unfinished dreams, under the gleam of the moon, like a beacon of endless sadness, a world estranged from itself. There is enough betrayal, hate, violence, absurdity in the common human being, to fuel any army on any given day, more than the sky could cry, and those best at killing are precisely the ones who preach against it, the best at hating are exactly those who preach love, and the ones best at war, in the end, are those who preach peace, a circular chaos in the trivial game of existence. Those who preach divinity, in their soul, have a divided void, those who speak of peace have no restful sleep, those shouting about love, nail hearts of stone. Shielded be the ears from preachers, shielded be the souls from those who claim to know, shielded be the books from those who read them only for pride, shielded be the streets from those who hate poverty but brandish the dagger of wealth. Each of them, players in a silent theater, seek applause for themselves, with censorship in hand, living in fear of the unknown, always seeking crowds, for their emptiness terrifies them, and the average man, the average woman, their love too, born and dies, in a perpetual search for mediocrity, an endless vortex. Yet the true genius of their hate shines like an evil diamond, a magic of contempt capable of killing any pure soul, not understanding loneliness, they will extinguish any different light, lacking the ability to create art, they will despise it, considering their failure as the failure of the entire universe. And despite them, love will never be complete, they will blaspheme your love, perfect in its weakness, they will hate with an almost religious passion, like a tiger tearing through the forest's shadow under the moonlight, and their hate will be like a cold diamond, as sharp as a knife, like an eternally frozen mountain, like a glass of hemlock. It is, in the end, their finest art— pure and dangerous, gleaming in the darkness of a night that knows no dawn.
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