Irony The beast before the bi-focal mind, which rampages the left by day and right by night. Until both visions are blind, and we say we are poets. The web that spun a solitary soul, was scattered by the million, upon human birth, the world fell from whole. And we say we are one. An after of gold, the eternity from charcoals, is beyond a religion which we have told. The depth of his holy god, has been desecrated to living breath, as if he were a mere bean like us, and not the pod.Birth sign: Capricorn
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