Chant of the tribe
Sacraficial rite
Under a blood moon
Beyond ordinary sight
Coalescing of the stars
Multiverses folding in
A melding between all our kith and kin
Rain is pouring down on us
Judging if we’re right and just
Chant the sacraficial mantra
Seeking spiritual lust
The night is as dark as ebony
But we can cast a light
To discover our salvation
Beyond the sight we trust.
Giggle and twirl, my skirt billows out. Holding my hands, we collapse in the sand. Breathless from laughing at our own reckless playing our dreams that we meant anything. An abandon of souls, abandoned on sol. We want to give joy so they never need know the cruelty of those who gave unto us and made us what we weren’t.
I just myself, adjust my worth. Adjunct my self, adjudge my sylph. Adage of son, adapt of dottir. Abrupt interloper, sunder and sever attention seeker.
Whoa dude. Thank you. That’s quite curious and intriguing what this has brought out of me. Cool.
fauxcroft 
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