| Necromancy of Feelings |
| Necromancy of Feelings Revival of feelings, Revival of life, The reviving dew drips from my stems. The mind is wrong, The heart is right, Beaten and battered though the fight. As water rushes out the clouds of sight, The fog hides it like a dam, What you can't see can't hurt you. What you know for fact hurts less than fiction, Unless the fiction is half price, And the truth is a half for one sale. Take your stem and grab a root, Use it to see deep inside you, For you can see the only truth is falser by the end. As this simple truth is fiction, Non-fiction is falses sorrow, The stem is non-ficton and holds truth. You must search inside you, You beg your soul for it's clensing, Your access is denied. by Kyler St.Clair |
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