To the moon (a poem)

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The serpent is golden
Knowledge holds him

The enemy has grown in the shade
like mildew.. decay

my thoughts resemble a contrarian's, because conformity is black

it matches with everything safe that

The RHP is the best of the worst
my brain is sided split my quest into thirds

sky walk 2 the clouds
time, past, future, now
Light lightning thought thundering sound

hand prints from the climb
candy scents from the lime
red markers underline
oceans fulla wine

angels telling what I don't wana hear demons only telling me the code of the mirror
hot in my head cold over here
looking at my hands like I'm suppose 2 b here

the question I'm filled with it
the answers instill rhythmic
mental pilgrimages



The blood from my soul drips from my eyes
To water the roots of your food supply

u feed off my emotion
I drink infinite potions

from each worm hole
black lost eternal

the air from my lungs, green
the sun's beam
plus the moon light in june nights
grows into one being

cracking fossils that record the footsteps of my people
purely unauthorized 2 classify evils

Blood on my broken wings legions of the night life
breathing in the light
life force
that you die for

I weaponize the sun
And step inside the ring
but Saturn makes me sadder
full moons supply my sing
noticing glowing rings on the hand that feeds you
I planned the evils
to damn the deceived
u think that you know but they planned what u think

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on Nibiru and Mars

Hail Satan!
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