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The Emptiness

written by: Fallen Engel



The emptiness of my soul has left me more to know, more to know how the Philosopher's Stone was a pyramid and not made of gold.
How blinded I was to believe in such medieval alchemy that something so inert is not attainable to reach. So far arms length and beyond my sightless eyes Perhaps as I stagger through this empty life of darkness and despair that gold will appear out of the misery of thin air.

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