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anguish
in the blackened gracious rain my soul's sorrow is hidden and caught
like an offering my tears are received
to be pressed in time into diamonds to adorn my crown
little girl lost wanders into my still life vision
spirit of my spirit she peers at me solemnly
she has been wandering the outlands
soot is smuged on her face and dress
refusing to come closer she has decided the human experience isn't for her
delighted by my pressence she beckons
the darkness upon her seems heavy but with a straight back she bears it
I travel the grey inbetween collecting forgotten thoughts
gathering to me the lost dreams of others
pieces of themselves they disguarded with the need to fit
breathe life into these newly formed beings
and ask them do they wish to walk the mortal realm
with our collective thought we peer into the mists
in syncronicity to God who we follow closely
a pirates mind planting seeds in the abyss
Dante's inferno was a revolving door type of hell
where the men collect to watch the great charade of freedom for all
when it is a specatcle of the hierarchy and where you fall into it
I dream of a greater hell invitation only once there you will meet your truer self
pain has that affect on beings
there awaiitng you are individuals of gravity
who became very interested in us as the war in the heavens
caused their home planet to become unstable
they are of an ancient race
who have peered in and still are mystified by the nature of soul
they have inspected me and know I am of the nature that appreciates torture
relating to a great many beings some of whom were fledgling creations
that were case aside finding them I tweaked them a bit
and sent them into being surely daddy still desired them
if you travel space you wil be greated with a prehistoric roar of the freed
spirit of t rex and paranormal activity of the cursed
my origins is of no importance as I said I am a collector
the ghosts of beings follow me closely and conceal them
i've been around a long time mostly because I know how to hide
when himself is in a mood
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