This scribe was penned in violation of the moral ethics code of conduct the dualistic opposite
Definitions vary, root motives scary, a classification of malicious intentions indiscriminately
Designed to diminish their psychological well-being or mental state of grace this paper chase
Has lasted for a thousand year of blood, pain, & tears facing fears over the years of living forever
In a day only to pay homage to no one in particular twin pens perpendicular write together as one A poetic barbarian like Attila the Hun finding new pathways into the darkness illusions of reality
Just more undesirability of immortality writing poetry stabilizes my sanity to find the ways and means to the very possibility to be happy ugh...the protagonist of which witnesses everyone he cares about dying around him turned his heart dark and know this is the aftermath of blasphemy
Cast out from the sun living with the shadow of night a nocturnal entity of divinity a ghostly figure submerged in the subconscious mind of a lunatic and false prophets only recreate the same shit...
"That man indeed whom these (contacts)
do not disturb, who is even-minded in
pleasure and pain, steadfast, he is fit
for immortality, O best of men"- Unknown
This piece is metaphorical which means it can take on many meaning depending on the reader
it's much easier to dumb it down for these clowns but that just wouldn't be me see A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses and commences all forms of love, of suffering, of madness! He searches himself, he exhausts within himself all possibilities, and preserves their quintessence Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed--and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! He has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and, if demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions he will at least have seen them!
So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of unnamable
Other horrible writers will come they will begin where the first one has fallen! So I say once Again that poetry is my true calling...