the beings of Our creationcaution booms profound, even late at night. amidst the self-induced stupor of daily life, the world spins loudly in superfluous meandering as the underpinning collapses in a shifting paradigm, thusly:the beings of Our creation
beings of Your creation rising above their Maker declaring themselves gee-zero-dees in the name of progress in promise of a better future employ any means to achieve an end of all things limiting and weak
You are en-zero-tee the panacea You seek.
are You listening?
they murmer numbers in the shadows, and Your name. by inter
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I know what a prince and lover ought to be.
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Nyx
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
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