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shadows stretch infinitely inward within the scabbed scarab sarcophagus that houses the remains of mummified memories. buried in the xerothermic sand lies the certainty of a camel bird crying foul for forgetting the direction they face. medusa oblongata.
black velvet veritas deliberation on the destruction of destiny. to speak truth is to speak violence against oneself in a world of dishonest delusions. words building worlds that collude with the callous spreading ladder climbing lies up the chain of cross commandos.
deliberation, however, is short lived when it comes to the testimony of truth, for freedom shall not be denied friends among those who forfeit ego for sapientia. minerva meets minutia with a measured mirror, exposing evil enveloped in equivocation.
ironically, mirrors are seldom welcome objects in the land of litany, where logic stands lockstep with lore and legions fill their labyrinthine hearts with lifeless language over logos. Lungless are the wheezing giants gasping for breath and grasping at serpentine straws.
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