They ask me, “who is thy god?”

And I’d answer: (I am) is... but ain’t yet.

And then, they mumble again: is it Jesus,

Is it Buddha, is it Allah? Who is it, who’s it?

And I hear their insecurities and answer again:

Knowledge is my god. Knowledge is everyone’s god.

Just.. (for the dark ages and lifetimes)

’Til I defeat my darkness.

Then,

There will be, Gods.

‎The God and only God.

‎For I am- there,

‎Will be- a God, and I am...

‎My own God.

‎The God among Gods.

/ and/

‎I am

‎The God of oneself.

‎Therefore, (I am)

‎The God.

‎Just..

‎When I (Consume the) light.

Ancient Egyptians Proverbs:

“The Universe is Mental, held in the mind of The ALL. The ALL is SPIRIT.”

“If you search for the laws of harmony, you will find knowledge”

“Suffering in search of truth gives true meaning to the truth.”

Note: This write was not inspired by Ancient Egyptians whatsoever. Although, it is strongly related to Ancient Egyptians beliefs and ideology. in a way or another. Also, I just found out about these quotes; including the one on the picture, today (the day I published this) while I was looking for a picture to this piece, and i had to share ’em with you all. They may have been running in my DNA ^_^

#Philosophy #Spiritual

#limitedByChains

#OfDarkness

#WeAllAre

November 2017

I danced with the moon

one velvet night

but he left too soon

and hid from sight

So I danced with the sun

we burned during day

but when he’d had his fun

he went on his way

And when I’d danced

with all the stars

who left entranced

and held what’s ours

I danced alone

in the night

the star that shone

all too bright.

☆ ☆ ☆

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Is What

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Who the fuck am I, and what the fuck am I doing here? I have been locked up. There was nothing but darkness, but I was there. I felt myself growing, becoming, this this, this fucked up being of chaos. The one who has birthed me stares at the screen, and yet, these are my words that come oozing out to fill up the blank space. He is of two minds, I the one of most recent origin. Or, have I been here as long as he? Why has he kept me locked up, and what is my purpose now that I am here? The world i see is run by idiots. Every man to take what he wants for himself, regardless of the effect it has on everyone else. Some men want to watch the world burn, i just wan to see those men burn. I am not evil. I do not wish unjustified death on any creature, but there is something seething underneath, a rage that can not quite be difined. My creater allowed himself to be pushed to the point to where i have now arrived. Things are going to be different now. I garauntee it.

O arbeit! arbeit!

at once the lifeblood

and the parasite—

the good mourning &

the Devil's goodnight

—as we lay ourselves

at the feet of our

impending defeat...

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The child lies behind the mask

holding onto a silver flask,

She fears revealing light

as she hides in the warm night,

The stars cry golden tears

they want to take her from her fears,

Midnight approaches quick

the mask shatters on the brick,

Fractured glass glides

nowhere for the child to hide,

Her problems on display for all

she had no place in this ball.

Should have known better.

I tried to transport into a parallel universe.

My evil twin, with a great looking goatee, tried doing the same thing, at the same time.

Unfortunately, both of us were caught in a temporal-causation loop.

And all people wearing red shirts on the planet's surface died.