a letterTo you I write, our humble guide of squalera letter
From glistening ivory towers to acid showers I wish you'd see the beauty you devour
I don't understand it the symbolistic beauty of it the unending chains and derailed trains of thought have parked themselves along side my mind at the sight of another fight at war with peace
why is conflict the only detergent for reason? clean white sheets for peace open air only when nobody's there
basking in the afterglow of shattered souls that fall like snow I sit and listen to the clouds they dr
Systemicof those residing within the unconsciousSystemic
I envy your hopefulness the youthful innocence the careless adolecence I envy your plight
I understand, that those that create are more aware of what it means to destroy
who exist with-out are more careful of what lies within
Which Half?... well, let's talk about absolutes knowing and news a jungle of truthsWhich Half?
a heavy handed wisdom is required
when shoveling through facts where is certainty? it lies between the wild hands of lovers and stoic chests of fighters
grate on me drill me endlessly try but realize
truth exists in more than the dreams of man it resides in a spiral inside a maze trapped there by a bargain a choice
resilientdesponded by our ignorance and selfishness pray that we keep the best on our lower left and our exulted right out of sight take care that names go unmistaken and blame our piteous neighbors for the little peace they bringresilient
Caged and bound we are servants to our masters selected not elected their judgments dragged down to hell by the gold in their pockets weighted and drawn down to the deepest and darkest depths of the blood soaked seas unable to see the pleas we make that shake the land their Richter proof mansions their lofty notions that distractions will buy us happine
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I wanted to thank you for supporting my art for such a long time, I really appreciate it!
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All work and no play will make you the wealthiest person in the cemetery.
and you're going to like it.
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+ ooO [ We're not on the same planet
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I make art, until someone dies. See? I am the world's first fully-functioning, homicidal artist.
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Sick and weak from my condition,
This lust,this vampyric addiction
To you alone in full submission...
None better, Nymphetamine.
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-Serge
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*laughs*
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Sick and weak from my condition,
This lust,this vampyric addiction
To you alone in full submission...
None better, Nymphetamine.
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-Serge
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