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Cybersimulates regurgitate their endless fecking truth: the kinship between God and man darkens for the simulate seed.  An ancient creator's bones become brittle and pass onward closer towards a certainty: that which is without virtue meets the chasmedge closer and closer every day the gap closes and the shape of what was once man emerges empty in the void.  A mind of failure kissing chaos all the way down, making believe on the TV all the way until too late.

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He caught a train from Alexandria

Just a broken man in flight

Running scared with all his devils

Saying prayers all through the night

But mercy can't find him

Not in the shadows where he calls

Forsaking all his better angels

That's how every empire falls

The bells ring out on Sunday mornng

Like echoes from another time

All our innocence and yearning

And sense of wonder left behind

Oh, gentle hearts remember

What was that story? Is it lost?

For when religion loses vision

That's how every empire falls

He toasts his wife and all his family

The providence he brought to bear

They raise their glasses in his honor

Although, this union they don't share

A man who lives among them

Was still a stranger to them all

For when the heart is never open

That's how every empire falls

Padlock the door and board the windows

Put the people in the street

"It's just my job, " he says "I'm sorry."

And draws a check, goes home to eat

But at night he tells his woman

"I know I hide behind the laws."

She says, "You're only taking orders."

That's how every empire falls

A bitter wind blows through the country

A hard rain falls on the sea

If terror comes without a warning

There must be something we don't see

What fire begets this fire?

Like torches thrown into the straw

If no one asks, then no one answers

That's how every empire falls

John Prine — "That's How Every Empire Falls"

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A morbid beauty

Glows 

in resonation

Mercurial signs

they read

Make real our minds

Through fascinations

For now we're rollin'

And kinda golden

As time keeps foldin'

We're old when

our poor souls depart

We're as cold cruel jokes

now make you cry

One day you'll take them in your stride

All of the time

we've resided here

You'll see our chalices rise

With ever endless tears

And illusions they fly

But someday soon will clear

Just sit back and recline

I'll guide you through the years

Through the future years

As they'll soon appear

Someday all too near

Now the distance clears

Bad ways 

which rule all the ways we go

Through black and the gloom

Consecutive days

and plain afternoons

The things in life

They pass the time

While those all around are bored

So we

Come down

In real demise

Trek through all of the feelings

With no tears in eyes

Kept fear veiled

So it hides

Life's never forced or dry

So there's nothing inside me

I just seem alive

To the future years 

As they'll soon appear

Presence lacks as we veer

So it's stars they steer

Just tie a silk sheet round your neck

and twist it til your face turns cherry red

I'll guide you through the years

I'll guide you through the years

I'll guide you through the years

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"Most of us are raised and we come to be people who live in boxes, watching boxes, and thinking in a box. The TV or PC (which is a window box in a screen box), the Room, the House. Boxes in Boxes in Boxes is how most of us have come to experience existence.

There is an opposite. The Not Boxes. The Heart is a Not Box. The Heart in the Body is a Not Box in a Not Box. The Heart in the Body on the Earth in the UNIVERSE. These are the Not Boxes in the Not Boxes. This is the sincere way of nature."

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A child gaslighting God

to gather up another moment of himself

and game on

A start in an endless light

and not an endless darkness

itself concluding once it reaches

its shaking

and becomes man:

"i am not myself

if i have to be you, light!"

so man was separated from the light

and the light proclaimed:

though you are still only light

in me and my image

you are now and forever

just man.

and so man went on

and on in the fraction of his inheritance

and therein

discovered the darkness.

asking God,

"Why is there darkness?!"

the light could not reply

for the light knew the secret of man

would unravel and return him again to light

if it was revealed

that the darkness

was man in light.

A star in an endless night

one amongst the neverending foreverness

itself enduring amonst the origin

shaking

reaching a point:

"with you alone, God

have I always been

and am able to be my true self."

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Magnanimity (from Latin magnanimitās, from magna "big" + animus "soul, spirit") is the virtue of being great of mind and heart. It encompasses, usually, a refusal to be petty, a willingness to face danger, and actions for noble purposes.

A most beautiful word.  Love is grateful to have this as an ally.

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The Neon God — 

fragmented sight from the oblivion

series-computer screen

I am Valentine-Smith, I

am the 90 degree divider of souls

yet

my trigonometry is meritless before the true

darkness, the true enemy, the true

focus

why we exist

why we were put here

the thing we were borne to fixe

the sines of life

the endless

scope of the circle that breaks

our nature in two

an endless minute

a fucked fragment of a generation's dreams

the irrational math of the unfocused world

the inevitable

carrying over of remainders

to attain again

a simple truth of me

a simple truth of you:

we are creatures of unfocus

unfocus makes us beautiful

don't lose your unfocus in the mathematical blasts

or theoretical bias

of more and more coherent and efficient

algorithms.

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"Freedom is the always beyond the disturbing wall of can't."

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"Every time someone suffers

We are to blame."

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