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This crushing weight

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  The Event Horizon of Regret This is no star map; this is the geography of my own collapse. I am on my knees, the obsidian floor splintering under the weight of what hovers above me. It is a sphere of pure, swirling silence—the Black Hole Mind. It breathes gravity, pulling at the seams of my flight suit, demanding I fold. I try to summon the old fire, to spark some resistance, but my anger manifests only as thin, fractured volleys of violet lightning. They strike the darkness and are instantly swallowed. I am tiny. I am insignificant. And I am being crushed by the density of everything I cannot escape. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotif...
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Celeste Warrior Woman

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Noble sins raised to the cause
Bend and break tradition
It was written it will be done
Hack and saw this new vision
Hack and saw a this new dream
No thought can be placed in front of us
Onward to history in splendour, grandeur and audacity

Within the mirth of failure and treachery
We must roust out all that conspire
Roust out and enforce our vengeance
To all who thawt our virtue
To those who must fear and embrace this for told memory
To all challenges, threats and of perilous deceit

Siege the defiant and deniers
Subjugate the populous  to our cause
Maintain the order of privilege
Cut all paths that divert from sacred discipline
Cut all opportunity and access to our sanctuary

They are those who speak with other tongues
They are those who display indecent behaviour
They are those who are misguided by intended lies
They are those who hate our way of life
Deny all oxygen that can inspire flames of dissent

This fight
Of this time
Of this memory






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