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The Temple The Temple has been invaded by factotums of lesser gods and rude women smoking cigarettes using ugly children as ashtrays. Good afternoon, the dream is over, please, lay down your hopes and nightmares, reality has begun. That’s right, move peacefully. How could you possibly resist what you want, so desperately want? It is time to take a shower, bathe in manifest destiny and arrest internal rhythms. Reset your moral compass. True north was never true to you. Let your guide be your conscience. You grew up as an enigma, now merely a pawn in your own aspirations. Can you now give back what has never been taken? A rose gun by any other name still shoots thorns. And now it is time to pay penitence for lost causes while walking in goosesteps. |
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