The endgame

I’ll not dismiss the Freaks as irrelevant, to do so would be stupid as them as they play with spiritual fire

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The Freaks are very real, very organised, they’ll stop at nothing

Hatred, lies, prostituting themselves, taking God’s name in vain, performing lowly feats, and acts of cowardice in crowds

Tens of thousands, bent on torturing me – even the b filth turn out to be

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Strike, and strike the flame –

To inflict a wound on me fine-tunes my refinement, and I love following Love, down her long life-path, the Hag of the Mill,  turns her into Beauty

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I’d never have discovered without you, wherein you slowly take on form too – heels to my taste – I’m in love, I’m going to call you Queen, my Domme

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Wheel, contrariwise,

Walking Spirit comes out,  laughing again

The endgame