Unfortunate the hoax that you are not immune For if beauty was hurt Like children Naked and misused We would aspire towards states of disturbed emotions and never need to mirror off like shadows of a Greater Joy
While moralist angels prepare their heavenly cocktail lounge
In darker institutions they are beyond discipline and Repentance is no option
But do not dispair I know of an Exit Destruction Thinkers travel the other way around Where directions are none and the ground is gone Such treacherous gates to enter. Even bigger doubts inside. Doors shut from the outside and you hear the sound of someone walking away You just disappeared in a backsweep of Darkness and Stars