The plotline is divine, I’ve been devouring it as it comes to me,
taking it in harmony with everything inside and surrounding.
In the beginning, there was a word single word,
I come baring many… it’s the things of great books.
The mountains are crumbling.
The plagues are departing from me.
I see you, don’t give me those looks,
I have no intention of blaspheming.
The mental stream in me is a symphony
and I’m afraid there is no stopping.
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