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dull boy is a treatise
Of broken pieces, a fetus in secrets.
Question, sir.
Can genius nourish his soul in diseases?
That is, genius truly seeks to please the zenith
His soul to high center, to heal it; to deepen its realm in reason
To deceive us, evil fills our head uneven, reciting depletion:
Up is down, down is up. Taking is thanksgiving
Demons know these things (who said anything about Jesus?)
Beaten, battered. It's shit mixed with wholesome hollowed.
Yes. For eons. They destruct us like compost by the car load.
Good is bad. A slow spiritual burnout stuck in potholes.
What stands so near?
To make so much fear?
I smell it all over your work, it's clear
Tear down the pillars, the puppeteers glitter
Is the evil man still there? Slithering inwards ?
He zeros in. The insignificant reveler is regulating
That killer. Your demon all over inside salivating
Got it ? He's only sinister in mirrors associating
You with him, when you are contemplating
EVER ESCAPING
He's scissors in your head, the clipper scribbler
A distiller of spirit liquor you drink unfiltered
You drown in it, constricted thinner and disfigured
He says the mixture is part of some bigger picture
It's getting to you, you can't take its rigor
Tear down everything, even the pillars
You vomit but your filled again sicker and sicker
Only you and him stand again, only one will be victor
Is it you dull boy ? Does this gossip sound familiar ?
Why PARADE your misunderstandings ?
Hear a truth. The body is nothing
Save only a vessel for every kindred spirit
Some evil and others from on High,
Subjugate yourself
According to knowledge
Alignments are made in understanding
Lament the awesome,
The awesome is always top totem
Alive. With the bottom being lonesome.
A showman working shadow tools
Knows not this awesome truth.
...waiting