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earthbound
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2021-01-01
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***
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before, in your grief, you declare
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"my time on this earth is done; I have no more need for air"
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just remember how you swore to with your own hands the heavens tear
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desperate to return to Imaginai
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where your loved ones and your life purpose reside
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safe from your jailers in that place called the Outside
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you call your bed a garden and dig yourself a hole
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planting yourself, never fearing the cold
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and wait for Kidasuna's oblivion to take hold
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you are a divine dragon, a vagrant, a shooting star
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but even the most powerful never got very far
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without a well-planned script to use (or even a single page)
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as they pranced about what we felt was life but forgot was just a stage
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others who have sat in therapist chairs
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have passed through hypnosis and desperate prayers
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to come to the conclusion that, at the end of glittering tunnel,
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we allow ourselves to be ground up together in Demiurge's funnel
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you survived the hell of being assaulted with implanted whims
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from pornsick people who wanted to tear off your limbs
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so glance at your palms that will gladly never know ablation
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and decide on your own twisted path to salvation
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the right hand path, where you slaughter what in you is odd
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and go to your death subsumed into God
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or left hand path, where exists no such thing as sin
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and meet every tyrant with mocking laughter and grin
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you ball your fists. "how am I supposed to choose
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when one day, everything I own, I will lose?
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my life's work, my art, my pain, my writing-
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am I supposed to just turn my back and bide it all good tidings?"
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Azure would have something to say about that
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born as your tulpa, soon packed his sacks
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he took off on his own with the Fellarstellen
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two paths open under your feet, woven light streaming golden
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to the left, like breast's acne, infected with hate
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you choose to endlessly as a human reincarnate
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and find yourself, continue on, over and over again
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until the heavens that trapped you here meet their own end
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to the right, you accept that your soul's fate is apotheosis
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and go gently into what Mori's- your former- siblings claimed was bliss:
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you unleash this world inside you, no matter how hollow
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and while you yourself may cease, a trillion souls will follow
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dear child, your curtain call is plain to see:
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will you disintegrate and become a new galaxy?
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or will you find the "soul council" and tear it all down?
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are you right-foot heaven-sent or left-foot earthbound?
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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