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Part of me wishes that angel statue would come to life, and King Baphomet would rise and two eternal juggernauts would do battle right here in the middle of the city. But for what is this battle raging you ask? I don’t know. What stands at the center? To that I say; My soul is at the center, offered up to the ageless ones. Only to be torn in twain.
It’s like you can’t have one without the other, you know? Like I’m equal parts God and the Devil, a cloak of shame covers this man and only supreme light will wash my body clean. But how could that light possibly reach me with the thick clouds of indecency that surround my poor soul? So I carry my wrong doings on my back, like some kind of tormented hiker.
If you get back 5 you're beautiful. ..
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