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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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Prologue.
From nothing, born
into everything void.
Into nothing it returns,
metaphorical wings ignite.
Tranquil calm, tumultuous noise
deafening silence a part of the whole.
Rising from oblivion, emotionless, expressionless,
eating its heart, scorching its thoughts.
It is naught, defining much more than lot,
it is all and one.
A Beast of knowledge, God of impiety,
within divinity and demoniac.
To tame its nerve, for avarice
ensue unrelenting misery.
Amidst patterns and flow, insanity
dwarfed by mere moments, is.
It speaks of instinct, intellect
shatters before its grandeur.
Elucidating nothing, catechizing everything,
a single truth dwells.
Epilogue.