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Amaterasu
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It's too much to have relations with ghosts it doesn't hurt
but hurts the most. I live in a world where liars exhale then
choke. I can see the signs the improperness of how not to be
when trying your best. Where obstacles and potholes pave
the way for city and people with nothing to say. Where fear
is irrelevant cause no effect creates light for the light where
the hour swings forward past midnight.
So let it be known that you in your
home can hear the ticking that keeps on licking. And when that
day is up all night hiding from yesterdays fright we shall see
the devil digging up stones kept out of sight. There is no
way to escape no where to run for you see you it is you who
has come undone. I am just the observer taking it all in and
believe you me watch out for your kin. It is over the day had
crawled from a man who lied then showed it to all. It was
wrong then it is wrong now. How dare you let My mother
crawl? No more jokes no more priests just a little something
to ease the weak. I've had it with your surmountable lies
tell it to someone who does not hide. She always
taught love and still does, it is how she can tell the stars
above.
Be good to those knees.
but hurts the most. I live in a world where liars exhale then
choke. I can see the signs the improperness of how not to be
when trying your best. Where obstacles and potholes pave
the way for city and people with nothing to say. Where fear
is irrelevant cause no effect creates light for the light where
the hour swings forward past midnight.
So let it be known that you in your
home can hear the ticking that keeps on licking. And when that
day is up all night hiding from yesterdays fright we shall see
the devil digging up stones kept out of sight. There is no
way to escape no where to run for you see you it is you who
has come undone. I am just the observer taking it all in and
believe you me watch out for your kin. It is over the day had
crawled from a man who lied then showed it to all. It was
wrong then it is wrong now. How dare you let My mother
crawl? No more jokes no more priests just a little something
to ease the weak. I've had it with your surmountable lies
tell it to someone who does not hide. She always
taught love and still does, it is how she can tell the stars
above.
Be good to those knees.
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those endless hours ahead,
and you know the circle will complete
by the end of the day once again.
let them swallow mud of their own lies,
no edge is there to your mind, besides,
you are a poet
and the truth is always within your grasp.
and in its contradiction of response,
Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
That might suggest true movement. If you sense
a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
The willows nod and rustle, and you will
hear the rushing babble of the free
gush of water, brimming, charged with light
That is your reader's understanding heart.
Exhale have you heard from Seta?
Should I?
and in its contradiction of response,
Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
That might suggest true movement. If you sense
a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
The willows nod and rustle, and you will
hear the rushing babble of the free
gush of water, brimming, charged with light
That is your reader's understanding heart.
like a gorgeous butterfly from time
to time, quietly doting...
Though I try not to blame myself
it is my fault his leave of absense.
So discerning he left us all
not just me.
Thanks anyway and may you
find happiness on the way back.
you are it.....you have it.....you need it