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SophiaShe is my blessingSophia by ~Lord-Karsus
She is my curse
A dualistic stigmata that sets me apart.
Like a big fish in a small pond
I am stunted
Limited in growth and movement
In what I can and can not do
But I would never trade it away
Despite the difficulties she hands me, for
Cutting off the wings of an angel
Is a most heinous of crimes
The wolf who runs against the grain of the pack
May find himself alone; stranded; isolated
But, he has the satisfaction that he plodded on
On his own volition
And did not blindly follow the consensus of the majority
BrooklynThe ghosts of ages pastBrooklyn by ~Lord-Karsus
Clash with silent regression
Existing concurrently on separate wavelengths
A contracting dualistic nature
That both defines and unravels her
Fùtbol and reggaetón
Reign now on Sandy's lot
The latter a name with no meaning
Аптека and borshch
In the shadow of the Q
Converted by the kabob, a slowly dying breed
86th Street and Avenue U
Cannot stand in the face of human waves
Ay! Oh! Fugheddaboudit
The 50's flight to Lawn Guyland
Left Bed-Sty, Flatbush, Crown Heights, and others
With any set identity, in and of itself a badge of multiculturalism
Yet, as the world
The Illusion of LifeLife is a carcinogenThe Illusion of Life by ~Lord-Karsus
Every moment leading towards oblivion
Down the road leading to death we head
A cancer of tales and places, people and things
Growing on the Self
Remove the tumor
Remove the cancer
Remove the disease
Release the Self.
When we lose ourselves, we gain the Self
Through the Self, we truly become
Finally begot, we are
And only then can we be
=^.^=
