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I feed upon the horror that God grows;
his creations & the dark nights as the candles thaw;
my thoughts wither in sorrow, your blindness is poisoning my dreams;
can't you see the reality that you are stumbling over with your feet?
"everything is possible" is just another colloquial expression;
are you sure, wen you die, will your soul ascend to Heaven?
Or will it be trapped in darkness, having to feel the absence;
of conscience & liveliness between a sea of curtains;