Saturday, August 27, 2016

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Strange things happen in the mind of the quiet maniac awaiting his moment of glory. Breathing in the smoke of life, going through the sadistic massacre which is ready to end. Inhale my child hold, then exhale. Survival of the chaotic mix that consist of just enough light and dark to keep an eternal battle going.

Voicing fear drowning out the sanity of the obedient
Where is it that we have gone?
Kind, blind, fools of delusion show me the way I desire.
Give me something to believe in.
A truth that doesn’t bend do to circumstances.
Even believing and illusion is still believing.

The lessons of the past now laying the path
a future certain within the unknown.
You mustn’t stop running!
Keep up and stay in a hurry we are going nowhere.

I can’t say I’m pleased with it all but I can say I’m blessed in it all.
Giving honor to those who require no honor. Giving thanks to those who only wish to give. Giving freedom to those I was unjust. Giving forgiveness to those that were unjust.

Gothic heart lying in tatters laid across the wasteland takes his lesson well
shutting down for the sake of the sane and the hope that refuses to die.
Vision of the night bring forth the morning glory
Rise to the master for it is a new day
Kneel not to me, for a nod and smile will do.

I bid you the rising of your intellect and pray the grips of sanity stay with in reach for as a Witch must first learn to master the use of her powers so must we learn to master the level of madness we were given.

Deny the tiniest of imperfections is to deny yourself. We are what and who we are we can’t apologize for that. Nor should you have to. Believe in you even if its only and illusion. Give thanks to the rose thorn bird in the sky.

Tranquil hole in which I lay my head. Giving out clarity to the heart of the dead
Praise those who lost their faith for they are the greeters of doom. Sad child looking in horror at what life has become. No more fuel needed.

Those in the gray shutter in the stench of their fear as they watch helplessly the child become a man.




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