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I've got my eyes closed, Those images are close. Tangible, dressed in work clothes. I haven't taken any dose, Yet, demons cast dark temptations: "Come for your incoronation". I politely refuse and say: "Go in to damnation." I won't oblige your aberration. Is this in my imagination? I don't want to suffer, I just want to supper. A dark cloud, a night sky and one die I'm up high. Roll, ah shoot.... the five, Looking down: "Not this time. Don't dive." Arrows pointing nine. My inner child is holding my hand. A face with no expression, "How can..?" An empty vessel, numb again. He won't let go. "Kid, leave me alone". I blink an eye. He's gone. I go dennied. Left alone, alright. Give me the pain, I will train and awaken. For my soul has love, and is vacant. The fight is still on, this life will be long. And this cross I carry, just a log Slow walk, pulled back by a warthog I can still carry, give me then pain to marry. Never a good reason, committed self-treason. Vowed to never stop, but the pain will always pop Black paint, jagged chain.. I ought, I'll be as wise as Thoth.
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 5:27 PM UTC
The Five
I've got my eyes closed, Those images are close. Tangible, dressed in work clothes. I haven't taken any dose, Yet, demons cast dark temptations: "Come for your incoronation". I politely refuse and say: "Go in to damnation." I won't oblige your aberration. Is this in my imagination? I don't want to suffer, I just want to supper. A dark cloud, a night sky and one die I'm up high. Roll, ah shoot.... the five, Looking down: "Not this time. Don't dive." Arrows pointing nine. My inner child is holding my hand. A face with no expression, "How can..?" An empty vessel, numb again. He won't let go. "Kid, leave me alone". I blink an eye. He's gone. I go dennied. Left alone, alright. Give me the pain, I will train and awaken. For my soul has love, and is vacant. The fight is still on, this life will be long. And this cross I carry, just a log Slow walk, pulled back by a warthog I can still carry, give me then pain to marry. Never a good reason, committed self-treason. Vowed to never stop, but the pain will always pop Black paint, jagged chain.. I ought, I'll be as wise as Thoth.
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 5:27 PM UTC
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