After thousands of years i found you again It was merely a thousand years ago When we first met. I remember your Grace Her patience divine – Sing Ei Tira! (Sing My Queen!) Sing Ei o-de Tira! (Sing O-You my Queen!) All dressed in her fancy clothes In deep sorrow she mourn, yet proud. Sing…

Teller: Project fake virtue on predation herself, don’t think you are immune, you will find the trail. Watch where you steps she recoil and bites, she was always the snake. [ Malvolient ]: Let me admire your venomous and deadly grasp, a beautiful tragedy: i take what i can! We should never be afraid to…

Now who is the self immobilizing fool that say i cannot admire, that “he cannot feel ‘love’.” Who is this naive self projecting delusionist whom say i ‘must’ turn to nihilism, while projecting their own nihilism onto the world? How i Adoero – The feminine touch, her gentle intoxicating bite. How come we can’t seem…

Dare you observe what is beautifully deadly for you? In female behavior: even laughable at times. I see you: cute and admirable – snake! It is she, maternal that gather resources but not only from the world. She cling to the weakest of men, disguised as “love”: it is superficial to extract his life force…

They say gazing into the abyss, and allowing the abyss gazing into your soul is the real downfall of man. But little do they know that if you gaze into eternity, the abyss gazes out form you. As we, the shadows cast the perception of the world. The paintings adorned by the innocent with joyful…

It is no ‘miracle’ that human radicalization is so imminent, mere logical pattern of observation; Where we pretend to be ‘future ahead’ or even ‘more civilized’, ‘more modern’ than our ancestors. Not unlike those before us thought they were better the once before them. And once again history will repeat itself. Let’s follow the pattern…

What lays with in these fragments of mind, if not traumatic experience of the past? Written in our self as ‘flaws’, reminders that we are ‘broken’. This cycling act of self oppression under the compass of survival. Not even ‘therapy’ can ‘fix’ the damages of misinterpretation of emotions, however simple data points. They adhere to…

Who am i? The age old question unanswered. Why wouldn’t thy run into a identity crisis? Everything you are, stripped away and supressed. Why would you identify with emotion? An ancient tool for survival. such ‘enlightenment’ of the modern era. Fragile and weak. Clinging to their survival tool of emotions that direct self-preservation as identity,…

Your beloved rag doll, torn and beaten, my strings run that deep in. Emotions as valid identity is weakness. Hang for me – beautifully. Adorned hanging a Religious-like being. Deny my inevitable sway, self conform with your delusion as strength, hang under my strings. I am simply born a ‘freeman’, there is no question; being…