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Cipher_O posted an update
3 months ago (edited)
The Wizards & Witches of Oz Woke up this Morning and got Themselves a Gun
I
Black hierophant of the spiral path
Walking right past
Those who scoff and laugh
Right past – The world’s wrath of the world’s rats
These words upon those forms
so that
They-may:
Transform. Following
the flowing
of
These storms
II
Crystalline womb from
whence
I
Was born
into
This form. Unraveling
in
Travels – Traveling
To
A crystalline
Tomb
III
Thinking back
Brain
Placing passed-past
Frame
To
Frame
Into mainframe
To be
Processed
into
Infamous
Fame
IV
Chillin like a black
glove
Villain. The sun
having
Broken unspoken word
Clouds
Spoken. What have
I
Become. The one
society
Rejected-ejected
V
Where I found
My
Self. Stealth
inside
A shadow
on
The side
of
A tree. Reaching forth into: Eternity
VI
Microcosmos!/touching/Cosmos!
Cosmos!/touching/Microcosmos!
VII
Dark realms – Black roses
Turmoil clouds
as
The shrouds
of
A wanderer – Adrift
in
The rifts
VIII
Where all
my
Stars
Fell. Such
stories
to
Tell
IX
However
Did I survive
Whatever
Came with
being
Alive
X
Face to blue
globe
Face. This
place
Where: Weapon
of
Destruction
&
Creation
was
Placed. Into these hands
never
to
slip/like/sands
in hands
or
Sky of sun
XI
How the fuck
does
it
Feel. It aint no fun
When
The Ciphers
got
The gun
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