Disclaimer: this is not an admittance.
I refuse to give in, there is no guilt
Mixed with the blood in my veins.
To fly! To shed my earthly epidermis
And, ah, to seek the truth
Within vast ambiguity, that great
Celestial maze- none other than
The night sky; the dark matter which we call home.

Is it in vain to embrace innocence?
Don't dare call me any of the seven deadly sins
Or the first lonesome admissions of evil
Inscribed on early man's sickly sweet tongue.
Only whisper flesh--to bone--to worms, because
Nothing but churning soil and extinction
Ever truly carry weight
Within this pervasively mortal world.

Tea, earl grey, hot.
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