Occult Ventures

The second sun.

What bestowed hell but a tease. If you please.

I dream visions. To walk in these enflamed by shadow. Like chasing reflections. Whom bore guilt upon the fall merely to assess the beauty of God. Hear the call of shadows roar up on the ceilings of your soul. The mitigated stare of thunder's liaisons as they drear the walk of Sunday. The ship of salvation has sailed. To blend in on the draught, sugar, a cry of mortality. Watching crows fly by. Thin lizards crawling fast. The hawl of dimensions. To see what no one else can see. Rooms are empty. Boyhood games. Never mind the tasteless. The fruit of knowledge has been devoured. For a time abode in simplicity the ease of splendour come my way. For I have lured in steps to adjust my very soul. The image is clear. To learn of God we were given free will. Taught by advice. The angels touch. Of such I walked through hell. This journey took place more than 15 years ago. Though it is torched into my memory as if it were yesterday. The place was desolate. No demons there. I mistook you for a fool. Upon why I mention I did not sell my soul. I was there for what seemed an eternity though it weren't more than a couple of minutes. Guilt ridden me. Lies of which stolen words. To adorn the category of denial. Twice blessed. The two-edged sword of life and death, good and evil, God and the devil. I denied reason. The insult of varingly; seduced by tears. Tears which grew to crystals.

Fear. I've done things I've regretted. The alms ensured. The imaginary theft. The vindicate mother. To understand the insolent one. The innocence. A cloud. To be disguised as a fool. Taken for what I am. The honesty betrayed me. Darkness was yet to come.

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