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No Vexen Zibe
Read / Write Comments | By Vexen Crabtree 2000 Jan
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Spirit invocation, do-er of a thinker,
the performer of the unseen,
manifested in a scapegoat of skin,
with no other destiny than to die.
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Wait here until there,
second only to death,
the spirit invitation,
forbidden for the dogma.
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I cannot catch my heart,
departing.
Years and days until enact,
cut of silk yet rusting.
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Smashed up, shwashed and lost.
Driving fires summoning all,
only a few ways taken:
The summoning spirit insails me.
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Read / Write Comments | By Vexen Crabtree 2000 Jan

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