Tilt your head down and listen to the roots.
Interwoven, Supportive. Connected, How we thrive. Unbroken, Hungry for life.
To all the witches in the woods.
And to the goblins that understood.
There is a spirit that walks among us.
And it is living proof.
Instants arise from bottom to top.
Like an aversion to sulfurous say let there be rot.
Or top down beliefs on the way the world ought to be.
It's a f*cking blessing you're alive.
With this suicidal theme.
Beyond the opposites and beyond the balance.
It's the return of magic in a crystal f*cking palace. Beyond biology and beyond all traits.
To alter the ability to individuate.
Select a stimuli that works for the conscious mind.
We are all scared to death and lost inside.
Victims of a response with little to no function.
We build a productive wall with absolutely no production. Filtering perception through sensory gates.
A selection of what stimulates.
Seven marks anointed, seven bites manifest.
We are blessed with baptism.
Then re-cursed with your timeline actism.
To all the wizards sent to hell.
For causing riots, and casting spells.
There is a spirit that walks the line.
And it possesses your mind.
When the two worlds collide.
It creates a universe. It may be your destiny.
But we have choices in life.
Given this small slice in time."