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[hometext] => an epiphany earned through 2 decades of degredation long overdue and welcome.
[bodytext] => Do what thou wilt Through temporal mists the meaning twists I thank my father for, the horror, of what I am made in his likeness what can I be, but paternally hatefilled and rotten eternally empty and ascended the great beast brought low no longer Frater Perdurabo I will not endure Fools, hippocrites and liers that is my goetia Aiwass awakened me from slumber and this is my book of the law through sons hands the fathers justice is due. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 253 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ArdRi79 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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