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The cold metal presses Upon the temple The body and self meant to be A shrine to worship The disciple yet traveled But astrally protected Following new gods As the gods seek new patrons Free your piety Discard the robes and run For until that day The cold metal presses Upon the temple
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:16 PM UTC
Temple
The cold metal presses Upon the temple The body and self meant to be A shrine to worship The disciple yet traveled But astrally protected Following new gods As the gods seek new patrons Free your piety Discard the robes and run For until that day The cold metal presses Upon the temple
I will not tweak I will write my emotions And it will be ok
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23/M/Nunya
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:16 PM UTC
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