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Atheist's OathBehold: I hereld not blind disbelief but refined doubt;
In my grasp lies the razor that cuts away the wings of both Angels
And demons alike, leaving even poor old Ockham in awe.
I swear to strike not with servitude to unwielding doctrine, but a creed
Of adaption, changing to that which is evident not only to the eye but
The mind itself. I shall forever attempt to discern truth from fallacy,
Looking not for prophecy but proof of beginning and end.
I shall find the edge of belief for which I will walk undoubtedly to the
End of this existence: an indefinite mark to all but those that stand
At its happening; I swear to journey throughout the wake of knowledge,
Weighing equally all ends; never shall I fall from my duty to fathom all
That may be understood. This is my oath: that of the infinite quandary.
I'm AliveUp and over the Cliffs of Dover.
Falling across Fiddler's Green.
What can be said of what I've seen?
I've climbed Jacob's Ladder.
I slept in Davy Jone's Locker.
Hades' held me close,
But you held me closer.
The World's touch is confusing.
The men and women are losing
Sight and sound of what matters.
I've forged reason behind pattern.
I've formed pattern beyond reason.
I've drawn on this skin for far too long.
I'm tired of listening; I need a new song.
Spin up my matter, it will only stare.
Thrash as if spiders are in your hair.
The people will pass without a care.
But I'll stop my mindless motion;
Picture the reason for it.
I've found the pull, tripped the trigger.
You're washing away the things so bitter;
And I -- I feel alive.
Winter-een-masI wish that your thumbs do not blister as you strike another Hadouken;
I wish that you never run out of extra-life tokens;
I hope that you strike with many-a-zerg;
I hope that to your enemy, you are never heard;
So let your headshots ring out through the week;
Proving the n00bs so mild and meek;
I hope that your respawn time be ever so fast;
For the week of Winter-een-mas!
Life not yet ended,
heart and brain trapped. He sleeps
fitfully, his body
stiff and sore, his dreams too dark
for prospects of peace.
i dunnoDid you forget me?
No, I forgot who I am.
I do not care now.
I never knew who I was.
Do you remember?
I do not care to reflect.
I do not want to.
Transformation - FireBegan with a snap.
Once more with a strong crackle
and then with a pop.
Silently, as different
streams engulfed my existence.
Grown as something new.
The power of heat
morphed my very being and
has now changed me.
Human natureI salt the earth
I chop the trees
All as my human duty.
I seek to sell the world as mine
To profit from its beauty.
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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