DespondencySithence thou lifeless owing to asphyxia, I urge thou to thee;Despondency
Ascend from the womb of sacrilege, Ye brazen Beelzebub! converse with me;
I thence invoke thy spirit with my presumptuous song, Yon I see the cognoscente of puerility;
O Death! thou mad'st fate pregnant? fiery demon to fatten Hades, Aye!
And yet with profusion of lamentation, I tergiversate my sentiments to thee;
That with no intention to soar, engulfed with pestilence, supplicating me;
And chiefly though,O Spirit,that dost prefer, I urge thou to thee!
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"Every profound spirit needs a mask"
.:.
Nietzsche
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"Every profound spirit needs a mask"
.:.
Nietzsche
[link]
--
[ Wondering how much my dreams have fidelity?
Huh! imagination is only a dreamers reality ]
(m-ali a.k.a EnIgma)
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[ Wondering how much my dreams have fidelity?
Huh! imagination is only a dreamers reality ]
(m-ali a.k.a EnIgma)
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