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The surface is truly strange a facet full of facade my heart is singing; a strange chant... "the words are unclear like mud water" sinking the ship of a volatile voyage in the abyss of loneliness "don't rule with me" the lily cursed cursed to live with grisly scales of thorny pinches preach to me the noble words of soothing pity they call it prayer a way of saying "go away but don't be mad" I have carried a cross without Simon of Cyrene the appearance is pitiful because of a misconceived analogy even the pedagogues have failed don't cry... t'is a vision for one

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