Excerpt from Eos, vol iii; verse 3025 - 3055 William speaks of this irresistible urge for brutality, the type which is
actively seeking justice, a justice which with this mind over matter situation whether to kill himself or..,
let the devils do it for him.
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How distraught is the unpredictable?
Weeping in the shallows of self pity
Openly aware to states of powerless,
Tiny whispers tormenting my soul.
I listen from within that goad me on,
And for no reason why I comprehend,
Visions seen as though the devils own
This overwhelming inability of mine.
I seek for nowhere found as I presume
The panic stricken riles that in a way,
Perform those manic acts of one disclosure
Censuring my space, who share my room.
And deep inside the mind of understood,
Inherits all that evil-dwellers choose
Are so insistent letting devils loose
An owner who has introduced 'his' brood.
Defying natures ways, and so uncouth,
The legacy from sequels further find
A legend that has in effect spoke truth,
Them telling me again, that so remind,
My having been accused of fate self sown.
I exercise this rite of talisman,
Whose lead and prime examples when alone
Are solving what it is, I have in mind,
Who blows my own that now extinguish it.
And rids himself the soul of gross disdain
Unequalled, unsurpassed, the ritual seems
As if for numbness sake I felt no pain
Completely void of disappearing dreams,
Journeying these life and death extremes.
Honorable mention
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