blackea deluded mirroralways ripples whenit's surface is challenged.may words be likerazors upon my tongue,for I cannot chew themand I won't spit them out.the smell of creation, the taste of destruction.slattern digits, sculptingthe mold of a poor man's philosophy; the herald ofmetamorphosis. thisdawn is golden, andthe pupil is ripe withhermetic eyes.cresting mortal topography,divinity is a chemical reaction.may the heat of bloodrouse the ancient stele,may the acursed and ignorant alike remain inthe Kingdom of Malkuth;may you crown my Willwith violet vindication.basking in the shadow of a crow, in
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