Today, I saw her as she floated down upon the walk... Her eyes slid a kiss that told me her name smelled of love... Perhaps 'twas, Perhaps 'twas not..

"Oh Sweet Plague Of Mined"

I feel revolution in my thoughts,
Pain in my comfort, no doubt
These daze are but empty dreams,
Can we ask for more than we create
Why has this not been a question as of late?
What are these dreams lacking meaning...lacking direction..
Furthering the sickening infection?
Don't flatter me with your smile
'Less you back it with pure sweet love.

I am but one mind, dug deep within
Safely bannished from the king's conviction
One mind, snug yet not with kin.
How is it that a blind man is
The only soul blessed with sight
In mothers' mockeries of stories tonight..
Perchance original PC is only polite..
Wait..no..yes, is it that you are gaining sight?
Seeing the casted shadow hidden behind the "Light?"
Indeed my fellow liars, PC is only polite.
Perhaps, anything else..is sight.

"Freud"

The campfire hazed smoke over their eyes...
They danced around the coals
Females praising King Orilla
Males, stricken with jealous hearts,
Filled with blood hungry hatred.
A plot...
Soon murder spelled its name on young lips of old...
Fire errupted from the weaker souls
They grew bold and cold..
With sharpened teeth
The party approached their enemy
But as they crept closer
Some saw their mothers.
Father?! Could it be thus?
Indeed, their victim had a name...

bored again...

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