Paint my future,
Erase my past,
Illuminate my presence.
I am neither empty nor full,
I am simply just am a sparkling flame of truth
For your perception.
This mighty pen wields the power
To hunt through white space.
Crafting thought pattern containers of meaning,
Thus conveying concepts for reception.
This ceremony is a pleasure to engage in.
Whilst I bask in the throne of peace
I send messengers from the far East,
To redirect the seams sown shut
In the fabric of obscenities.
Ask why and stay fast on your mission for truth,
For it is a timeless inescapable loop.
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