The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Twilight o’ the Divine ( così lei scapperebbe nel sonno e sognerebbe il para-para-paradiso )

Angelic Purple Mountain’s Majesty

in hellfire horizon,

where the sky’s eye bleeds.

Black etches o’ birds flee in V’s;

but I keep forward toward thee.

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