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My eyes are fire
searching for you,
burning through and through,
I still wonder
which one of us is
holding the dagger,
waiting for the guillotine to fall,
but even if I am bleeding,
I will still keep on breathing,
because this is the end
and the beginning.
Don't ask me
to show mercy,
don't ask me to
seek forgiveness
we have come too far
for such pleasantries,
we know we cannot
leave without
breaking each other.
Like gods going to war,
there can be no
death, only damnation
to eternal suffering,
waiting for your pillar
of imagined victory to
crumble away
in my wrath.
Come and drink
from the Alchemist's
chalice with me,
poison or potion
it will save us
in one way or
another.
searching for you,
burning through and through,
I still wonder
which one of us is
holding the dagger,
waiting for the guillotine to fall,
but even if I am bleeding,
I will still keep on breathing,
because this is the end
and the beginning.
Don't ask me
to show mercy,
don't ask me to
seek forgiveness
we have come too far
for such pleasantries,
we know we cannot
leave without
breaking each other.
Like gods going to war,
there can be no
death, only damnation
to eternal suffering,
waiting for your pillar
of imagined victory to
crumble away
in my wrath.
Come and drink
from the Alchemist's
chalice with me,
poison or potion
it will save us
in one way or
another.
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I'm beginning to understand over here in the Land of Snow and Tractors exactly what you mean. As I continue to save up to have my Flying Moose released from the pound when it got impacted for having parked on top of Santa that one time...
But! The occult-nerd wants to know: you speak of the alchemist's cup... could you not turn the poison into promise? Transmute the pain into power?
But! The occult-nerd wants to know: you speak of the alchemist's cup... could you not turn the poison into promise? Transmute the pain into power?