It's down right dark; touching evil.
"...it's not that dark. There's no such thing as evil in this world. Good words, deep words."
Shaken with hunger I pull from the annex of friends:
"There's no evil in this world."; only nature and people.
Not that dark; the light seen is never as it seems.
And all of my words are good words, deep words.
Avoid the tragedy of the Brother again to the Mother.
Take the wisdom that we learned from his tragedy.
His tragedy that nobody would see, because they knew not what they saw in his slowing heart and freezing breath.
They knew not that his dying dream would be a tragedy.
They only reached as a blind man would in the moonlit sands.
But now we know.
Now we know.
Now we know.
Nowe we know that all the bottles and pills to slow the dream to non-thought are canonized from his times and we must be wise to read their tales to save...
People and nature are the only truth; you may say that it's not as it seems.
People are nature and the only truth; you tell me to take the drive and see the World through glass eyes and a cut foot.
Fuck that. In the Universe of Nothing, I can't risk the infinite luck that's *can't read that word* to me what little truth I can discern from the glass eyes.
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