Ink's Skeleton

Let there be popes and false prophets to blind the plebs to read old words as new scripture to woo the amorous to smile and please with promises of eternal glory let me be the scarred prophet that cries in the dark to bring forth the age upon us of written corpses

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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