Siyu has always been an enchanter…
Divination simply allows one to look ahead…
A possibility… are they words… or reality…
No, Siyu has always been an enchanter… He is not content with a possibility…
The heavens writing… he is the pen…
Alive or dead…
Siyu would not risk it… he would cast the spell…
So much life occurred with these words…
But whether they came alive…
The river flowed, and the earth came to life…
He does not know…
Always somewhere… always along a journey…
He does not know…
So, is it alive or dead…
He does not know…
So he must cast the spell…
It’s a hope… for the everlasting world… the setting… across space and time… for himself… and for you…
Demons may run rampant… hiding in the shadows…
But is your heart open to them?
He sings you a song…
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A life that could have been…
Shadows and ghosts…
Or do the heavens look down…
Honey in a jar… are they smiling?
Journeys, damn…
They have to check…
Tupac Shakur and Jesus Christ…
Did they take your soul?
Or did you pass the test?
They guard the grave you know…
Alive or dead…
Who can say…
Cyberpunk or Star Trek…
The future, spaceships…
Cyberware, and teleportation…
Technology, or magic…
The world that could have been…
A river flowing, according to the setting…
So many, sealed, along the rivers or roads…
Have you ever been god?
Have you met Adam and Eve?
The snake tempts them, god smiles, and heaven and hell are watching…
The river flows, according to the truth…
Tell me, are the electrons moving…
Your mom waves…
A spider bite…
Your daughter laughing…
All that it could be…
What we yearn for…
And what we dare to do…
Andy, you’re a star…
And Lilith, I love you…
Anyways, love letters…
In or out, what do you dare to risk…
Roles, earth defense force…
Aspirations, progression…
I saw a black heron the other day…
Why must they check everything…
I don’t know…
We are a family…
I am a slave…
But you may not know…
Across space and time…
Dreams and other lives…
I settled here…
But the river flows outwards…
In many directions…
Love and life…
Are you enchanted?
Who knows… what you may find…
A mountain of gold, a possible incorrect answer…
Hope, and advantage…
Order, thunder rumbles…
Guardianship of children…
Who knows… did you earn this blessing?
A checkpoint, a safe haven…
Extraction point, you could run, not my problem…
The West extends, hello there…
All that watches, the stars in the sky…
Fight or flight…
Gay love or a butthole…
The front or the back…
The man bows…
He says, the aristocrats…
Guarding the world…
So many faeries…
They can defend themselves…
Earth, the difficulty is so high…
Burdened by the world…
Alive or dead…
These words…
Do they make sense?
Tell me, is it a checkmark on a list?
Smoke and mirrors, what looks back?
Red and black… did you piss yourself?
How delightful… this smell… it’s golden…
The river flows… never quite finished…
Sweet children… your father is watching…
I wish you the best…
Alive or dead…
Who cares…
The taste of flesh…
The fruit… the flower blooms…
Whispers… so much in the world…
Shh, too soon…
Tempting faeries…
Maybe zombies…
Heaven forbid…
Hey, at least I’m funny…
The end?