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ought I have the thought that time is not?
Patterns repeat the snake continues to eat
Some feast, unleash their beast on satans leash
Others find their mind and make it thine
You can dwell in the gray and never have a word to say

If all time is but rhyme, ones one will may be already on a due bill, their fate decided from yesterday’s date.

The creation asks for your part to break, craves it to conquer that snake, for you to pave a road for others to take.

The cycles repeat, old and new, begging to be broken, pleading to not cease.

Gods are you and I, but we might aswell still be ants in all’s eyes. Some dwell in the roundabout, some take an exit out, some suffer a severe case of gout, and some will always come to break the rhyme scheme, as the creations wills and asks, but the matter is all in the how of the task.

Not all thoughts might be yours, life sometimes ought to be a chore, born into this world of horns and churned around like a whore. Some possession is very real, the degrees of such ideas might make one squeal, all will be revealed, but your privacy is respected, unlike how some old serpents May lead you to believe

They will tell you who you are in a world where they don’t know themselves and will die bleak with that fate, we cannot alienate because it is only a miracle we are here with ourselves on this date, this is not the proper definition of lesser and grate, victims of brainwashing ingrates, cowards who tower and dare to use the word god to call themselves while stacking their bodies on the shelves.

I have seen the seas of ego and the fertile shore of letting it be, I’ve seen how it brings liberty and arrogance enough to smite yourself freely. Bring the new kingdom soon and dispose of the hierarchy

Nearly there always is a rhyme and reason, a cause an effect, a clause to infect or protect. You are a product of your environment, and your environment a product of you, of course not all is the consequence of your fault not all falls in an order that to you seems tall.

Still undeniably one reaps what one sows. We’ve all had a debt to owe and we’ve all made a gamble to own, but now let it be known how could you own when it was all yours since you were and are born.

Divisions in the world were always to come about, revisions of the creation which were always meant for fun and a shout, but thus is the polarity of this house. Fire lights the way and burns the path, it shows a ray and shows you wrath, that beast is a necessity controlling it is our task, but one who becomes a beast perhaps has the lesser pain of a man in iron clasps.

You are not defined by your stars but they’ve guided you since you’ve became who you are, all anyone can do about you is speculate a how and a who, but what will those hateful think when they see you begin anew? What will they think when they are in your very own old shoes?

Gods of old and new, find themselves on the stage again and anew, to play an old familiar but new tune

We are watched but not, privacy respected but some will try to trick you into believing naught, some will attempt to find you or use their minds on you but if you are he who closes and opens the door then it is you who tree reaches from ceiling, center, to floor, it is he who sets himself free when his own oppressors can’t even see, they try to drown you in a dry sea of shells of trees with only a reed to breathe. This is the stage and scene just many one of the facets unseen.

Infrastructure must be rebuilt when the house succumbs to its own mold, there is no wiping the slate entirely when it comes to a global level, we must remodel the house, and remove the lights blouse. The closer you get the worse the influence will increase.
Paranoia may haunt you, temptations may flaunt you, their lies will want you. You will hear their broadcasts, their agendas, convince you that they know you personally when they don’t know themselves and can’t find the end of it. Misguided children of the ringed planet without wings to manage only material things to bandage. The great red eye sees many of demise, many and countless of disguise, but he knows their lies and sees their corrupted eyes. Listening to both can make one wise as Thoth or as crazy as that old goat, in the end we’re all in the same boat

I was staring into the sun with my eye open and my eyes closed when I realized just how the world repeats how all may happen again how some want to be done and some can’t help but have fun. Something may happen very soon, but I may be wrong, this feeling is not for no reason, I see and believe but what even is prophecy? saturn hybrids frowned upon for unstable patterns and eyelids, but they can’t see underneath the surface and what lies in my souls lid