incitatus Black's pages of Art, prose and music. You are responsible for your self, society is responsible for all this and what may come in the hereafter.


Sometimes as i wonder-sit, comes the thunder comes the hit.

No more does the rain to free, the memories of that eyes see.

I've killed before and yet I've loved, so my story tells it-

But how is it that i do both? How is it to be?

i ask myself and ask the skies, though they answer more

And so I care to leave myself to the moment of the door.



Well then...

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