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What storeyed stele lays buried he… interned beneath the toxic layers… cast deep below the trough of life… and covered, by the filthy sneer o… once recognized and challenged sin…
Imagine, a darkness nothing; nothingness, naught… Can you not imagine nothing? Something must be in here with me? Everything must be in here around…
without hatreds thoughts loves best will never flourish lost humanity
“…in a nationally televised speech, Dwight D. Eisenhower addresses the American people for the last time as president. Expressing ideas that seem prophetic in retrospect, Eisenhower off...
Surrender mind, down on two knees, feeling so very randy; thought focused, homing on, flesh as sweet as tasty candy; eyes, watch quivering lips,
The sands of time, are endlessly deep and eternally w… a void lost of mind, to all thought, of life ending lig… shifting forever over all,
Neither there, nor here, nor anywhere near; this road, that street, two intersecting lines; time, as motion,
Awakened to new rising dawn one spirit seeks that song confusions clear of mourning’s tea… life kiss an echoing moan holding morns breaking light
In these long nights I welcome sleep, yet I am deprived of dreaming’s please, hin… by hot thoughts and lack of comfor… strong drink and companionship; th…
Strength, is key in the knowledge of what was once done; it is a factor, to the breaking apart of anyone’s stones;
Anyone can write… and drown in their self-delusions; from persons into personifications lists of passions, glorify self’s… down those lists,
where it is up, there is a man there is this man within his game his game is somewhat improbable, y… although somewhat improbable it is… from improbable to not so impossib…
mysteries of; in a strange way to sleeping spirits continuing to vanish, upon a capitol’s shadowy lawn if you are able to believe your simpering children will be redeemed, each of their...
Roads of pain run sure and true throughout every nation built to last by vile fools whipping death’s ire elation routes designed to cause chaos
Pathways, made with swollen stones… upon lays light so lost; narrow, dark, and dreary, thorned roses, edge walk’s walls; bleak, are lonely roads so trode,
