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i remember how the night once smiled on me a grand vortex of yawning void which threatened to swallow yet blissfully elated as my feet sunk into the ground by heavens weight oh so incompatible the feathered weightlessness and blackest gravity yet a heart yearns for both and so sheds an angelic tear of balanced cancelations reminiscent of Lord's remorse oh so morose the black rose oh so clean the splendorous sheen which draws crimson streaks from the vein of the self punished all glory lost beneath the impossible stone of highest mounting pressure a diamond transcendent as to be god amongst all other stones a precious gem lost in the shaded solitude of wanderers who feign lost they peel back the disguise to reveal a glinting of white teeth or the bellowous laughter of lion's maw a sure thing to frighten the putrefying masses and burning corpses of a folly bound empire