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something I'd rather not endure. When it seems I have the chance to finally gather good in life and live, Dieing by degrees is by way of a consolation my way of existing. Even when I am condemmed as being unworthy to possess my sanity, I remain in control not doubting what are the consolations of my efforts at resurection. Some condemnations Satan doth minister unto my struggle. This knowledge is a fearful understanding... I am gone unto my grave. My love for her is undieing and yet in the visage of every woman I recognise her scorn. A wicked mockery of our past. An sylvan setting where she might have me drink once more from the cup of love seems particularly out of reach now that I have let go. The devil in the body of an inhabited man told I should plant a tree. Perhaps this might absolve my evil complicity in cutting them down. Perhaps the struggle will continue... |
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| Title: 'When Don Juan Meets The Beast With Two Backs" | ||
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