Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Crazy Eights
Spinning circles of infinity,
My demon eructs his devotion
To me, but I cannot love darkness...
Not in his way,
With souls split right down
To the silver thread.
I heard he ate my accidents
And blessed me with forgiveness.
Eight years ago at hour eight
Did we meet as I
Tiptoed through the veil to get
To the death on the other side.
There he stood, arms akimbo,
And a smile persisting I
To continue, so he could fly me
Away from the gray that
Slimes all lost souls.
At hour eight, nine, ten
Do it again.
I fled but left wide open
The fenestra I had created.
He followed me home, the bastard
Who swore he saw nothing
And told everyone.
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My demon eructs his devotion
To me, but I cannot love darkness...
Not in his way,
With souls split right down
To the silver thread.
I heard he ate my accidents
And blessed me with forgiveness.
Eight years ago at hour eight
Did we meet as I
Tiptoed through the veil to get
To the death on the other side.
There he stood, arms akimbo,
And a smile persisting I
To continue, so he could fly me
Away from the gray that
Slimes all lost souls.
At hour eight, nine, ten
Do it again.
I fled but left wide open
The fenestra I had created.
He followed me home, the bastard
Who swore he saw nothing
And told everyone.
2.4.10
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Crazy Eights
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