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The Queen of heaven, she is a serpent and the dust would be her home to reside had I not so ardently reached out my hand beneath her in order to arise a spectral form from my sagacious snake. A wraith, a shadow of what is divine- a simple trick that fools a simple mind. For from the dust she spoke in lofty terms much beyond my scope of comprehension. Half truths unquestioned are riddles affirmed as wisdom. Deliberate ignorance was my fall, and so her power affirmed. Shall I now toil to flee from her forevermore, a prison I have earned.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
The Queen
The Queen of heaven, she is a serpent and the dust would be her home to reside had I not so ardently reached out my hand beneath her in order to arise a spectral form from my sagacious snake. A wraith, a shadow of what is divine- a simple trick that fools a simple mind. For from the dust she spoke in lofty terms much beyond my scope of comprehension. Half truths unquestioned are riddles affirmed as wisdom. Deliberate ignorance was my fall, and so her power affirmed. Shall I now toil to flee from her forevermore, a prison I have earned.
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M/North Carolina
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
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