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Ritual Abuse,
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Czar the Immortal
advance to another obstacle
as the months grow old
the dame wraps herself in layers
and you, humble one, uphold her
to the density of her mind
packaged in shields and armor
no seeds to be grown
no seeds to be savaged
the thoughts and mind are balanced
howls drift in from the north
in the dusk of the late evening
i know how life is taught
for i am incurable without your lesson
as humanity without mortality
gratification to you if the journey is fulfilled
complete and be one
in the arms of the humble one
- By Regan in the System of Sarah
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