The way the road is built, many can’t even think to escape samsara, there is no road, they get fed, find love, family, happiness, they’re content, a weighted blanket, they don’t understand, what separates their mortality, from the divine, the fountain of youth, a life of immortality, is a very thin barrier, a pocket of dreams, containing infinity, a ghost, a door ajar, the spirit lives within the cracks, it’s an insane way of life, and you can only pierce through with blasphemy, you must be unsatisfied, hungry, the world in your eyes, is it evil, fight against it, your vision is important, for a better world, or maybe you’re just curious, walk across the river, come find it, your magick, that bottomless pit, do you dare, attempt to fill it?

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