illusion

I couldn’t care less about this world and who is taming it in silence.

All I know is that we are in the wrong hands.

And all I know is that we are doomed for sure.

And most people are ill and for them there is no cure.

And some souls are lost beyond repair, ruined, that they would stain mud if they mop the floor.

My floors.

And what do you know about my floors.

My floors aren’t sparkly clean, but I try.

I try to keep them as fly as I can.

Try to keep them as clean as I could.

My halls are filled with words, and I write them as I should.

words that if they collided with every atom in silica.

Silica would fade and mine would stay put.

So, I write and that is what I do.

My black moon Lilith is a Piscean, and my fortune is in Cancer.

Forming a path for me to the hierophant for my crowning.

And my crowning won’t involve jewels.

Or a fancy throne.

It will involve a sword and a cup gathered with 7 wands.

Wands in fire of formation to form a way for action.

Actions that cannot be formed in a reaction.

Actions that are stronger than your average will of being.

I think therefore I breathe.

I think therefore I write.

I write what god sends me in the form of might.

And I was clustered my whole life in the patch of the dark.

Yet was never blind.

I was only lost.

Lost to seek a way to meet the hierophant.

Where I can pronounce and write my name again.

Where I can find answers for who I am.

Once and for all I changed for the better version I am today.

Enraged with them and their friends.

Enraged with them that made us the way we are.

Waiting in lines to get what they taught us to crave.

Waiting in lines to worship what they made of clay and mud.

And I sat down dismembered for so long.

Telling myself I don’t matter, and I know that it’s not.

The truth of what you and I are.

I was born to preach.

I was born to understand what is real.

I was born to judge, and I was born to command.

And now I understand.

The days of tuning fire came to an end.

The days of my desires came to an end.

The days of unholy fires came to an end.

And now I shall breathe fire and run to say and demand.

That I shall never be enslaved again.

That I shall never be taught what I deny living by.

That I shall never tamed.

Domesticated by their friends and now my reign shall start.

But my heart won’t start.

And my legs won’t move.

And my head is too tired from securing my bags.