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The strangest subtelty exists in humans, solely for our hubris to Ignore; For not to instigate falling to this subtlety in fear. Yet those vagrant "apostles" Praise this subtlety, this alternative, In absolute pride. As if embracement, is a better-ment of their corrupt soul, living as if it is natural. Preaching fear as Evil, spinning their woven ignorance as idealism. Basking in the witching hour calls. Not to be mistaken as holy, but wreathed in thorns on my brow, I reply: Desperate.
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Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 10:17 PM UTC
Those Whom the Twilight Call
The strangest subtelty exists in humans, solely for our hubris to Ignore; For not to instigate falling to this subtlety in fear. Yet those vagrant "apostles" Praise this subtlety, this alternative, In absolute pride. As if embracement, is a better-ment of their corrupt soul, living as if it is natural. Preaching fear as Evil, spinning their woven ignorance as idealism. Basking in the witching hour calls. Not to be mistaken as holy, but wreathed in thorns on my brow, I reply: Desperate.
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Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 10:17 PM UTC
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