They work at destroying my humanity. Telling me I am far from man and that everyone should see. That I deserve no one to be with me.
They, who steal, and rummage about trying to take the essence of my being. They didn’t see, while they wild about, that it is them that can’t be.
Hail to me.
Riddle me this. The night of the fallen angel something came from the light. It…
They will not sleep into that narrative, but instead awake and recognize it is just…
I found the seed, when I was sweeping the floor, all alone between the cracks…
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