"Elysium Awaits Thee."

I'm agonizingly sorry for
the profoundly dark, abysmal
feelings that you're going
through my friend
No one should have to bare
the relentless psychological
duress that we've all been
subjected to......

Why is the reality that we've
all been born into...

Traditional rationalizing
passed-down to us, vis-à-vis the...

"Mehanical Religiosity Machine,"
have amassed a fortune of wealth and
soulless followers through their
rendition of solace...

Whilst they betray us with Epic Tales
rife with fallacious absvrdities, such
as, "Through the First Man Adam, all
Sinned and Died," they fail to tell the
tale, correctly...

The, "First Man, Adam," wasn't a single
man who failed and caused us to all descend
into our, "Own Private Hells," no, this
story was an allegory for all of men
throughout history who would be born and
feel the biting sting of misery that we
endure in this humanoid illosory maelstrom:
Adam, means, "Bloodclot," and encompasses us
all, that is our correct...

Nomenclature and the destiny unto which all
we, have been fated so let's use our, "Magick,"
within and use the developing gifts that all we
have been imparted with to transcend from the
midsts/mists of the darkness of despair and
to break the chains of self-infliction and
self-loathing,(which are to not be judged
against that some do to others because of), that
keep us in fear although we have rightfully and
to not be spurrned, acquired through the crucible
of the earth

Let's resist and fight and rise above and redeem
our lost time and find a salve for our minds and
have a story to tell to the next generation so
that they want be a new, "Generation-X," a
generation left behind without a remedy for
healing for what is surely to come and will ail them...

"We have Healing, Healing in our Wings and Within us
Lies the Answers for all of Life's Mysteries; We are,
"The Way, the Truth and the Life," (or Death of all
things), and are Creative Spark and Enertia; Light and
Dark, it all exists within our Hearts,"

I saw you hanging there, between Heaven and Earth,
feeling despair and listless beyond words of man...
Feeling devoid of all worth and in your mind there was
only one solution, only one way to bring about an
absolution and an eternal rest from the unrelenting
plague...

But you are worth more than it seems you have been
designed into and Beautiful beyond how all the bull-shit
defines you and although it seems as though the edges easily fray; hold on for the Light of a new day

Dedicated to someone recovering: She knows who she is,
"Blessed Be," and Namaste, my Friend

Pass this on Donato Provanzano, please, Thank You
Brother

"the Elysian plain…where life is easiest for men.
No snow is there, nor heavy storm, nor ever rain,
but ever does Ocean send up blasts of the
shrill-blowing West Wind that they may give cooling
to men."

— Homer, Odyssey (4.560–565)