It always begins at the end

What awaits me at the gates of the garden of Gethsemane? she won’t tell if it’s heaven but says it could be hell and yet I know that both are true, you who hide in the shadows of shadows, the anonymous Judas know it is so. Not even Sunday and the sermons are mounting even…

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Poem ~1

It’s only sad because you didn’t understand that the lie of the land was a lie, we get over it, hardship? I’ve sailed on that ship before and sunk without fear to reappear at a later date, Well it’s never too late to learn and if bridges have to burn burn the lot of them…

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Tension bar

Nothing is as it seems in the greatest of dreams there is always a hidden agenda. The subconscious lies three points West of the Horn in the ship that we sail in just before we are born and any memories we store are already there in the core of our being. I say it as…

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