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SelfOfTheDivine Jun 2014
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What the foolish think they know,
What the mundane refute,
The wise acknowledge.

The key to understanding is sixfold and throughout it the sixth from nothingness is unseen.
Written on 3rd of June, 1E 2014.
SelfOfTheDivine Apr 2014
We
We have been blessed
Blessed with the blood
Blood of divine

We
We have been cursed
Cursed with the blood
Blood of divine
Poem fragment #3
SelfOfTheDivine Apr 2014
They've put your body on a wall,
Left it hanging, ***** your soul.
Put your tongue betwixt your teeth,
Take a breath and bite it deep.

Brave it out, don't even moan.
Whisper not a single tone,
Lest your jailers you should wake,
Lest this freedom they should take.

Defiantly lay your head low,
Just spit the flesh and let blood flow,
For you're released from the throes.

And as you're bleeding, hung and dry,
Sing to yourself this lullaby:
"I am free and as such I die."
Originally written on 4th of March, 1E 2014.

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SelfOfTheDivine Apr 2014
From far and wide I have observed
And laughed at their swelling sorrow.
The ignorant fools haven't learned.
Depravity can only grow...

But, tides have finally reached me
They came from their decadent seas,
And in us, started to take root.
I will not yield, be their recruit!

Deceits I can't swallow.
And again they will try.
Heresy I won't follow!

They have told their last lie!
For the world is hollow
And I have touched the sky.
Originally written on 7th of June, 1E 2010.

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SelfOfTheDivine Apr 2014
And look now, as we stroll to the gallows,
How my harsh laughter suddenly mellows
And from a whimsical immunity
Turns into a hellish reality.

And as I know not of what will follow,
With eyes unclear and a gaze so hollow,
My mind turns into a cacophony
Of endless screams, that speak uncertainties.

And, with a tearful eye and a smile so grim,
I turn to this rope, that so final seems.
Smiling anxiously and suppressing a scream,

Forward, in obedience, my head I lean,
And turn to the roaring crowd, with a raised chin.
Knowing I lived, I grant them my final grin.
Originally written on 11th of September, 1E 2011.

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