O Serpent heart hid with a flowery face!
Did ever Dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful Tyrant;
Fiend Angelical!
Dove-feathered Raven!
Wolvish-ravening Lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st-
A Damned Saint, an Honorable Villain!
O Nature, what hadst thou to do in Hell when thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend in mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound?
There is no end: in that word's death; no words can that woe sound...
-Protagonist (Noun)
Requiem.
Sentence: In the beginning there was the word- in the end there was only silence.
Satori:
We are such stuff as Dreams are made on;
and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Mantra:
Onwards-upwards-vulgar-words
Fossick:
The End.
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