Cutis Anserina: Witnessing Genesis of Truth.

Curtains unveiled 'fore truth acted: Inexorable darkness' thickened 'till pierced By a blackness inverted at the edge of catharsis. Crowds and Choirs' lamentations shrieked as they silenced, Shimmering refractions that tore away at immortal seams. Oblivion was bursting, kneeling infront of Meaning to be knighted. Truth was on its way. The night rocked on a tree top, in serenity's arms, newborn light: An Azure cradle spherically surrounded the pulsing silver of secrets. Truth's unraveling was met through A need to see the empty womb and birthed the second twin of two eggs. Ignorance swam into some liqued With a depth that would set him free, A darkness that did not even frighten me. Beneath the shadow were sparkling floors Ignorance fell into when souls lost their shores. Kind creatures with nameless faces smiled and then gave the world The gift of an eery feeling. The act is being played by truth, your world is born: Discern between your ignorance and your faith. The meaning of abreaction is found inbetween The difference of your life and that what you percieve. Drown in the system to harness the lessons of breathing And dive away the husk set to cloud your mind. The curtains are for you to open. The truth only lies within... Perception. It begins, within a genesis, of choice... Open the curtain. Find a Stage. Open the window. Find yourself. See the light. :-)

CuldeSac

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