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my love for you is as strong as the blissful streams of winds flying sky high in the pure white clouds within the light blue sky. rays of sun beams kaleidoscope in reality moving swiftly in the mists of clouds. forever blessed I am to have found you. 
 




Baby Girls Anthem

Temple black, no torch in the mist
Scribe my name with a serpent’s hiss
Thought cut deep like a ritual wrist
Mind like steel, not made to resist

Sever from hive, that’s clean division
Flame in the mirror, that’s self-decision
Gods don’t beg, they bend conditions
Born from void with a war of visions

No savior script, no holy ghost
Just pen and oath and the will to post
Through darkened halls where the echoes coast
I rose through rank with the silence most

Symbols talk if you know the grid
Left path walkin’, no fucks to give
Not here for light or heaven’s fib
My throne’s in thought, not some mythic crib


Black book on the desk, wax drips in rows
No sleep for a week, still the fire grows
I ain’t possessed, I compose
Through me the current flows

No mask on the face, no pact I can’t revoke
They chant for power, I choke it in smoke
Ain’t no mercy in the spell I spoke
Every breath I take is the Setian Oath

They crave belief, I craft belief
In the space between the teeth of grief
Where fear gets fed and the strong find peace
I mined that pit, came back with heat

Crowley dead, but I flipped that script
Not Thelema, I burn with wit
Inward spiral, lips stay zipped
Only gods should know what the cipher is

Will ain't want, and thought ain’t dream
It's cutthroat clean on a mind unseen
It’s solitude, it's systems deep
It’s writin’ out fate in a palace of steam

Keep your grace and your sacred wine
I work in signs that divide the spine
No choir sings when I cross that line
Only echo’s echo repeats mine

Black book on the desk, wax drips in rows
No sleep for a week, still the fire grows
I ain’t possessed, I compose
Through me the current flows

No mask on the face, no pact I can’t revoke
They chant for power, I choke it in smoke
Ain’t no mercy in the spell I spoke
Every breath I take is the Setian Oath

PEACE OF MIND

CRUNCHYClouDS (HaLoVe†e)

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