…..I spoke the words out loud, peace God; a projection back onto self which is an unbeknownst power, in pure darkness we can become a lighthouse tower, it can even reduce physical pain we didn’t always have anesthesia on the brain, insane to refrain from such powers, there is a throne within we have to become kings to sit in, we are but men until then, handling life experiences are like strings on a instrument, the apple or the unnatural supplement, a single stance is like a thumb on a guitar string, or an index finger making the piano sing, if mastered your end compositions will make heaven’s door bell ring.
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Author:
EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: June 29th, 2025 14:16
- Category: Unclassified
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