Alone: Bridge to Dionysus Temple

That invincible poem that struck like lighting deep into the souls of phantoms Greek;
and this is a precursor to death.
A saga that is coming to an end without help himself only did.
The best literacy equipped with an arsenal of psychopath and asocial a reservoir of simple
granted with an extreme.

That fantasy science fiction full desires not spoken wouldn't even to anyone of here is
sanity in my madness the medal of pentagrams glam.
The still tragic honor no luck wants to give up but does he see not a way out a drifter with no
home take it. These are own problems to solve them some may go away.
They stay either way completion is my goal.

I'm down in the abyss holding this notebook while this maybe folk song soft rock tune.
I sleep through the afternoon dreaming of silence while days are dark.
My rancorous characters hidden in dense fog forget them all societies them all falling
with the politicians.

Its faith earn it yes you bible god you fraudulent lord do something!
Then prove it exist you don't wait you cannot.
I stop only to rely on myself no breath felt in these lungs just ashes of
silence again the graves.

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Just unhinged rant about me just being rogue in thought expression