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Sun I can see your shadows melting, In my mind your dark-side festering.
Is it true we are all alone, Floating solitary minds doomed forever to run out of time?
As the philosopher once said.
I kill you with my chant, destiny- you are the liar, just like time, and doomed with one enduring rhyme. And the illusive threads that bind us all are spun from golden tales of afar as constellations spun from stars.
And if I am a soul in the mist and destiny does not exist and if the path I choose to take is only that path I chose to make, then you fate, like me, are evanescent dust doomed to whither, to quiver in the end as you must. . . . . . Page Design and Images copyright Moyra/MysticPC 1996,1997,1998,1999,2000.
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