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"Fated to Superfluity of Thought"
I'm sitting back thinking (are you
thinking); this life has me thinking
All these things have me contemplating (what are you thinking of); it seems that we've been fated unto this relentless ruminating
What cruel insensitivity (but, we enjoy
what we've been given); my heads bowed low with my fist on my chin
Abstract thoughts float through my
cranium; my cogitations won't let me
be (do you sleep, and when you do,
do you think of, "What Dreams may Come;" what is to come)
Like a Daemon dispatched to antagonize me; like a Daniel whom
in the night had insight to see through absurdities
Like a Wytch whom through Skrying and scattering the bones interprets the Wynds, some third-eyes never close and continue to ascertain
The ending is never far away; the night doesn't conceal but, is as
bright as the day
The eyes in their sockets are as torches illumining the haze; the
higher knowledge from the spirit
world never ceases but continues
to attest the course of the maze
"And, the Guide through the Ouija
came; himself, introduced as
Dantalion, upon me Lighted...
Now, my mind never Ceases to be
incited"
thinking); this life has me thinking
All these things have me contemplating (what are you thinking of); it seems that we've been fated unto this relentless ruminating
What cruel insensitivity (but, we enjoy
what we've been given); my heads bowed low with my fist on my chin
Abstract thoughts float through my
cranium; my cogitations won't let me
be (do you sleep, and when you do,
do you think of, "What Dreams may Come;" what is to come)
Like a Daemon dispatched to antagonize me; like a Daniel whom
in the night had insight to see through absurdities
Like a Wytch whom through Skrying and scattering the bones interprets the Wynds, some third-eyes never close and continue to ascertain
The ending is never far away; the night doesn't conceal but, is as
bright as the day
The eyes in their sockets are as torches illumining the haze; the
higher knowledge from the spirit
world never ceases but continues
to attest the course of the maze
"And, the Guide through the Ouija
came; himself, introduced as
Dantalion, upon me Lighted...
Now, my mind never Ceases to be
incited"
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