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Friday, March 20, 2015

Fear of the End

Fear of the End

Fear is the mind-killer.
I believe that.
The sin that son-of-man is capable of.
I used to see it simply.
Now, it comes as waves of complex simplistic.
Lover, wife, confidant, friend.
Split in two.
Sisters.
In a line of fifth they were split and are ever-born.
Happens every generation.
From the father line.
An answer.
For the monsters have been made clay.
They can complete the fate.
With him.
Strange, now the older set are barren now.
The younger are prime.
This bodes strangeness most sublime.
Not unwelcome to these aged eyes.
These come at the strangest of times.
LOL!

Nightghost



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