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| A star must rise in your heart, and then strike you with lightning! |
Here's to you, Jesus!
While mortal men explain away with their mortal brains what they have seen and heard,
with their mortal eyes and death's ears.
In a world, where all that comes together, falls apart.
In this sometimes ugly place among those who are ugly.
Seeking haven in the heart's pith! Loving only Beauty only to mock those who deride.
Heaving aside into God's abyss, the stupid evil petty crowd of cowards.
What a seemly show of pretentious skill! ...wherefore, the untarnished mathematical boredom, infiltrating and invading obnoxiously, the breath of babes
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| The Lord of all Being and Awareness is Alone. |
...and the lonely shuddering on the dust heap of all of mankind's conceited historical deceit.
One or more calamities for the vain mind.
Another strident ripping in the soul's orifice of simple emptiness.
Come! ...let us drink together ô Christ, my fellow friend.
For tomorrow You and I must battle to the very confines of a filthy world which would parasite our vital and august awareness.
A toast then, and only to Beauty, and to the rest, condemnation.
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| How the True God rewards the deceitful and the apparently innocent. |
