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to gibe and curse the mortal.Abhorrent was its bleareyed glancewich petrified everything, even the wind.So, from wich dimension did it travel?This metaphysical envoy.Which breaks the logical symmetry,and stand above our planetary puzzel.All this is symptomatic for thosewho's been baptized in fire.It is at least my thesis, so Iwant the spirit to speak.THE SPIRIT:'In heaven I am a wild ox.On earth I am a lion.A jester from hell,and the shadows allmighty.The scientist of darknessolder than the constellations.The mysterious jinx andthe error in heavens masterplan.'An amorphous energy spawned ina cataract of flames, invisible for oursupervision. Do we dare to openour minds and souls to evenanalyse it? Or should it rest insecrecy? All I know is that I can'tdeny its licentious attraction,so I want the spirit to speak.THE SPIRIT:'In heaven I am a wild ox.On earth I am a lion.A jester from hell,and the shadows allmighty.The scientist of darknessolder than the constellations.The mysterious jinx andthe error in heavens masterplan.'
Vintersorg The Enigmatic Spirit