I cry without such contempt, carrying my compass that would give me some purpose in Iife.
What does it mean to find meaning.... the truth in all things. This wizardry of all words in any language and God's tongue.
That magical testing ground you are found on the path of a broken dreamland with a broken foot and black footprints 👣.
Where thoughts of mine are psychologically outdated.
Restoring your primitive rights only to extinguish the sparkling of stars tracing ancient worlds... forbidden thoughts less than desirable.
What if our primal instincts were subject to change. Reading useless material or listening to me talk all day as a hero of poetry.
A scent of the art in a perfume so fragrant it encapsulates the mind.
In this game of snakes and ladders....
Where I tell you if I care to know who you are and what you're about or if the rules should be followed, "I don't care."
Only because all certainty increase fear and holds onto the value of nothing. Taking away all false hope as lost.
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