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Dugin looking stunned after his daughter was assassinated
No telling if it was actually meant for him or not
No telling if it was actually meant for him or not
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I would have done anything for you
if only you'd loved me true
I would have braved hell
just to light a fire in your heart,
just to chase away the dark
and leave you feeling clean.
I'd have been anything.
Anything you wanted,
anything you'd need,
just to see you smile,
just to make you happy.
As love became viral
I would have lit a fire
in your eyes,
just to watch it double,
burning always
in your love of me;
I wanted to be your every dream,
I wanted to see you smoldering
in emotions mysterious
and enveloping,
developing into something amazing.
Unfortunately, you only have nightmares,
there is nothing but fear
and confusion, always near
waiting here in clear view;
I love you little fox,
but it's true,
your mind is the darkest thing
I ever knew,
a beautiful chaos of you.
I wish we'd been better
I wish you'd been truer
I wish I'd been patient enough
and that we'd both been sweeter
instead of being monsters,
one demon fighting another
over some meaningless measure
of honor or dignity or desire.
I just wanted to love you forever.
if only you'd loved me true
I would have braved hell
just to light a fire in your heart,
just to chase away the dark
and leave you feeling clean.
I'd have been anything.
Anything you wanted,
anything you'd need,
just to see you smile,
just to make you happy.
As love became viral
I would have lit a fire
in your eyes,
just to watch it double,
burning always
in your love of me;
I wanted to be your every dream,
I wanted to see you smoldering
in emotions mysterious
and enveloping,
developing into something amazing.
Unfortunately, you only have nightmares,
there is nothing but fear
and confusion, always near
waiting here in clear view;
I love you little fox,
but it's true,
your mind is the darkest thing
I ever knew,
a beautiful chaos of you.
I wish we'd been better
I wish you'd been truer
I wish I'd been patient enough
and that we'd both been sweeter
instead of being monsters,
one demon fighting another
over some meaningless measure
of honor or dignity or desire.
I just wanted to love you forever.
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Forwarded from ThoughtStream (𖣔Phadreus ًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًًٍٍٍٍٍٍٍٍۛۛۛۛۛۛ)
It will come
to take your purpose
and divide it infinitely
into a dissolved state
of aberrant haze,
color drained
from a world of revolution.
A solution, a fantasy
everyman and his efficiency,
his ability to create
and his need
inevitably,
to sustain
as the system drains;
is drained.
Paint it red
destroy the maintained,
tradition means death,
dead, bodies in the ditch,
brains mixed in,
in the mud, the scum
pig iron under a red sun.
Not that you'll see it from
your cell, hell;
bones and fingers
and fingers and bones
and cold walls made of stones
which direction is home?
Why do I atone,
I don't know,
madman, reactionary,
your fingers are bones
tens years in the cold,
twenty years and now you're old.
And then it dies
and you realize
you must have been right
as the crumbling skies
fall into the streets,
a yellow star and fallen wheat
dead birds litter the ground
insects swarm, plagues abound,
you could have sworn
you remembered the sound
of your peaceful little town
before that yellow star hit the ground.
to take your purpose
and divide it infinitely
into a dissolved state
of aberrant haze,
color drained
from a world of revolution.
A solution, a fantasy
everyman and his efficiency,
his ability to create
and his need
inevitably,
to sustain
as the system drains;
is drained.
Paint it red
destroy the maintained,
tradition means death,
dead, bodies in the ditch,
brains mixed in,
in the mud, the scum
pig iron under a red sun.
Not that you'll see it from
your cell, hell;
bones and fingers
and fingers and bones
and cold walls made of stones
which direction is home?
Why do I atone,
I don't know,
madman, reactionary,
your fingers are bones
tens years in the cold,
twenty years and now you're old.
And then it dies
and you realize
you must have been right
as the crumbling skies
fall into the streets,
a yellow star and fallen wheat
dead birds litter the ground
insects swarm, plagues abound,
you could have sworn
you remembered the sound
of your peaceful little town
before that yellow star hit the ground.
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