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What you fear can come rearing its head to you. Unbothered and without care. Watch child-See how its eyes look at you, unbidding, can't you see that time has slowed all around you. You're looking at death, the one you dreamt of. The dark lady wishes no one goodbye. You coward, in the moment you said you'd be brave. Don't you see the hypocrisy? You count the flesh on your fingertips. How many can be peeled away to show your true colors? What haven't you obsessed over? Who are you to run away? Hide your soul from being collected. Do you fear being just another person? Desperate to see yourself apart from the others you so despise? How long have you felt so alone? Or have you never seen that what you were feeling was that? You see, you see. Master master. You want them at your feet, bowing down to you as the person of worship. And yet you had that man on the preach, giving the sermon of forgiveness, and yet taking away the innocence. You were never heard, were you? Does all your hatred stem from no one being your savior from the horrors, the emptiness, the hunger?
Look again sir,
look
look
Can't you see the signs?
You've gone too far- counting down to save yourself from the one that can take it all away...
Death is your fiscal lover.
Always with you, the sickness that could have taken you as a child, the bloody birth you arrived into this world, the one that killed your mother. You see it, the boy who layed in the bed next to yours, who died from the cough. You feel the bombs again, you feel the hunger, all that could have taken you.
And yet - you seem to believe it was your perseverance, not luck, not faith that saved you. You saw your magic as your life, a gift given to you to save you. The only one to save you became only a possibility within yourself.
Don't you remember reaching out - when they saw you as a freak, a monster? And you saw yourself as special, and yet once you saw the world - that magically filled one, and you stayed a freak - do you remember what you felt?
You've forgotten grief, forgiveness. Is it your fault when everyone failed you along the way? Can he be blamed, the one who became YOU to survive?
There isn't a time you can go back to seek a home, your home is yourself. Stand tall and accept that fate made you lucky. Not in kindness or with love, but that you will survive to change things.
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The time is unknown, the moon a premonition: a Balsamic Dark Moon- waning crescent.
Some say learning the stars your soul has been born to is only an accordance, a science. A mad woman's rambling.
But the stars speak, if you'd only listen. Be careful, the stars don't lie- they only lead you, should you wish to take the path.
And yet HE has taken the words of speakers more clearly, listening to the words of men who weave tales sent to them.
Tell me, master, sir, Lord.
Does this ring a bell? Shall I show you what the stars wanted to tell you? With all the power, the knowledge you have misused, would you see clearly now? Or is this only the words of lesser magics, lesser than the soul's path you'd foraged yourself?
Sir,
sir,
my lord.
Did the lords and ladies of the most noble house of Black stem their madness from believing so heavily in the stars they so lovingly name themselves after? Or did they read too early, did they SEE and saw too soon the path they've been given-reflected as a mirror into madness.
Before they were your pets, your followers.
Were they not a house unfallen?
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You've rejected your lover, it's easy to see.
Your Lilith says it all.
You suppress your emotions- appear calm, but you're always going through emotional turmoil.
Could this be why you didn't see it coming?
Your lover- death- embrace?
Forgive me, Father. Forgive me.
You must remember the sermon's voice. Reflecting scribers from the book "The Lord is my helper; I will not fear what man shall do unto me." Hebrews 13:6
Repeat. Repeat. My lord, my lord. Did they try to take the devil out of you? Bring you back behind the stands- to confess. Where else do little orphan boys go? Labeled as beautiful, as freakish as YOU?
At first, you didn't realize. To be split is to separate like Cain and Abel. But who's to say what stayed was you? Have you continued only to showcase that the first mirror already had sharp edges?
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Dark ember, the large loops of calligraphy, screaming look look look. No pictures, only the ramblings of a young boy.
HE was the one to find her buried asleep under the castle. But you missed the bones, bone, bones of your past. Have you helped change the outcome? Created a butterfly effect? Gaunt, oh, lovely inbred mother. Don't you see that little girl was a mistake you took advantage of, just to hide away your pieces for your lover to find later.
Water drips - drips down from a cave.
A musky smell, piss, shit, and the smell of herbs.
Shining, shining, and multiplying, you're only up top.
Locked, lost-lost, there's a cabinet nearby. Forgotten, wear me wear me hear me hear me.
A mattress on the floor, a fried bulb, the feeling of hunger.
Pain and movement, speech for only those worthy to hear. Cold.
How many, my lord? Is this the only house you need? Your home is only yourself. Have you bled enough? Have you removed yourself from the lesser homes? Have you become GOD, my lord? Born from flesh you choose. The bones have been given twice now.
You see, master, the path you've taken is not the only path the stars have given. This was a path from the words of men.
Chosen now, my lord, born again. Raised again. Hold him, hold YOU.
The flesh peels away to show the truth.
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Your battle has been fought, won. Long before the stars foretold.
There is a lone tale, a fable, that a seer can only be born once in a century. 1998, a death and a birth.
And yet, your stars have created a rip - a fold in the sky. Changing and condensing the scene. Sir, can you see now your north star- a yearning of the family, a conflict of trust. You've granted this, shaped her into the body of yourself. Another version, younger and shaped by the experiences of your choosing.
Has your cage of self gotten larger, or have you gotten comfortable with the suffering you desire?
The flesh is peeling away. Have you not shown what you once were, the flesh you choose - to only reshape.
Bleeding, hearts of pleasure. You only have yourself, yourself.
My lord. My lord.
Let her dance, she dances untouched from the war you once caused.