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my illusions create gods... which beget gods. they keep steeling one another's thunder. never was there such bold-faced entitlement. silvery sworded severances charge the air...hand to hand clashes trying to advance on cloudy territory. it's too electric, and appetites too whet...illusion's gonna go. i/they can taste it.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
Create Gods
my illusions create gods... which beget gods. they keep steeling one another's thunder. never was there such bold-faced entitlement. silvery sworded severances charge the air...hand to hand clashes trying to advance on cloudy territory. it's too electric, and appetites too whet...illusion's gonna go. i/they can taste it.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
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