The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Let your violence be passive, as the hole opens below, to swallow your soul, to swallow you whole, a figment, a mirror, an image lost in the diluted waters of a what was, a never could be, foresee the forever, but don’t see me, for I am the father, and you are the lies.
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I am the First Eve.
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The intricacies of my insanity 