Projecting the amnesty of my frostbit ego.
Delusion after delusion
Witnesses my temptations unraveled.
Washed anew by a spectrum of unwanted clarity.
God commiserates on this overlooked and visionary road of ruin;
And I'm starting to grow fond of his point of view.
The raven's alchemy made my heart as malleable as gold.
I wish to join the coagulation of vessels, come to cleanse their damp souls with the razor sharp sun's legacy.
A soul made out of lead weighs as much as cowardice,
With the zeal of a cast iron virility.
There are punctures through the veil; what's shining through we call philosophy.
Lacking in legibility,
but lavished with the lust of thought.
(It seems we just build around a missing cornerstone.)
The raven's alchemy showed me the fabled crown of humble desire.
©hobbez
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