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Mar 2020
The demiurge feeds on my primal urge
Half of the darkness in me, I purge
To my spirit, my mind is a scourge
From this corrupt world, I diverge

Nothing makes me speak,
Unless Iā€™m moved by the unseen
Thus spake Zarathustra,
I have angels under me
The New World will be built from my philosophy
Pluto
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Pluto  23/M/USA
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