Black, white – White, black
How many times
the rhymes
return
to: No going back
And now
We have a uniform
of
nothingness
to
place
upon the form
To go out into the storm
Like sheep
amidst
the
slaughter. Son
Daughter. Sun
Moon. Follower
Occulted
into
The cult. Not I: NWP
til
I
Die
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Cipher
Poems
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Superb.
So are you saying that the uniform, when put on, is a form of accepting an occultist way of being?
Like the structure of this.
Powerfully penned, Cipher. Appreciate you.
Damian