"...and of all forms of comedy, cults, I think, are the funniest." --Wyman Guin
𝙿͢𝚑͢𝚢͢𝚜͢𝚒͢𝚌͢𝚊͢𝚕͢ -͢ 𝙳͢𝚒͢𝚐͢𝚒͢𝚝͢𝚊͢𝚕͢ -͢ 𝙶͢𝙼͢..
i sing to kill the days in the garden of proof
the mind's its own bad maze in the garden of proof
all the grace that reason should supply
like shrapnel ricochets in the garden of proof
nothing translatable of what they keep
the jouking pilgrim lays in the garden of proof
crawling through dusty ruins, explorers probe
the dregs of other days, in the garden of proof
but what does Graywyvern care if the crown of toys
in rage & fear decays, in the garden of proof?
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