God
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Q: What do you propose is the problem with those looking to improve their ‘self-image’ or their outlook upon themselves, which you say is the same? A: The view of self-worth is the necessary ingredient in creating a world of arrogance. Arrogance, as in, what will always be a Sociopath’s fuel, for every machination that…
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Q: What you propose in your scenario is that flesh has a Necromantic emotive to it. Do you wish to elaborate? A: Necromancy is the emotion, or emotive, that arises from an inability to forget those who have died. This is to say that we should forget their physical form. What manifests the physical form…
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Here, we breathe, disaster,With our voices, set on high,As death, surrounds us,And our might, has departed,To a stranded shore. I am in love, only with myself,A blessing, that has made, me wishful,A curse, that has made, me lonesome.What have I, turned upon,Where will I, turn upon,Next, when dining upon, a victim?Will I muse, and take…
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Your words are my focus,Glowing, glistening, and romantic,Each syllable gleams as the furthest moon,Though, closest to raise the tide.You are before an altar,With my fingers laced in your silver.And your beauty entrances me,A virgin doused in white,It’s all so agonizing. It is, for you have accompaniedMy deepest entrails,And have poured a fear into me.The one…
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Your rarity, on thine loving lips, Lay kisses, upon where I sit, Go crawl in misery, on death ships, Bask in embers, of fires lit. I would watch, those hands, cover tears, To imitate, a sleeping body, You could face, the dawn as night, Sink under trauma, of the years, But searing embers, raise the…
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Q: For those you believe to be in question of the unknowns to life, who are such people? A: They are such people, as both Christians and Scientists, who raise their heads in curiosity to see such unknowns. An unknown, being what is placed upon with a question. That question will receive an answer. What…
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“Your amiability is sworn,” said the puling temptress,And I had forgotten, the meaning of death. I pulled a message, from her hand,And read it, forthwith,It read so neatly, in my hand,Words of long-etched, verse,Bleeding, with a hue, akin, to the ink color. “Next to nothing, that you are,A devilish crude vessel, of a man,Made for…
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“Science is not ever directly related to beauty, because just as life is protected, a machine is always changed and enhanced. The “beautiful” thing that is changed was at first, met with dissatisfaction. This has all been born out of a denial of love’s importance, because love shields beauty from it ever being changed.”

