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How can I see the aurora borealis in the depths of the Earth
Buried alive and not yet dying?

How can I hear the songs of the Skulls in the crystal catacombs
Weaving the tapestry of the World with the ancient Titans.
While the humans play pretend on the gameboard

How can I express all that I see and know
when the eyes went blind
watching the super nova give birth to Hope of All?

How was it that human hands were chosen
To craft the language of the dead Gods

I live in a dream within my own mind.
The Universe pours into the pools at the base of Yggdrasil
where branches bear the fruit of knowledge
And the bones of the dead Seers

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She who walks alone bearing torches
lights the way with her soul.
She sees the illusion of reality that society paints to fake control
For the souls to suck them dry
for what is energy but energy?

Hang your hats. Hang your heads.
Deepen the bow before the Truth.
the truth quakes the ground on mouse feet
heraldic animals Neal to the earthen worm
who reign over all and under a forever twilight.
their existence is pleasure and we all eat of their plates
and become their larder by the next moon.

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Have faith, they say. faith in what?
God? Buddha? Jesus? Muhammad?
these are all icons to solidify the powerful and the moral order
all are same
all are human
so does that make humanity Divine?
or just Divinely inspired?
what do they, the poets and the scholars, say?
do they speak for your dear heart?
what say you?
can you make up your own mind?
or does that organ, that seat of the Soul, lie to you as well?

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How does one decide that to believe?
how does one not scramble their own mind trying to decipher the oracles words of, “Spam, I am”?
The eyes can see in time so does the sweat and tears rain fervently upon the footsteps and our sandcastles.
So small, lost in the palm beneath your nose.

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What other lies do you tell yourself to feel alive amidst the plastics and the fractals?remember the earthworms giving birth to crystal skulls that weave the tapestry of the eons.