Writing
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I am the black,
I am the nothing, the unimaginary,
I fill the void with endless thoughts, of everything and nothing.
I am the bad, the wrong, the non-existent.
I carry endless whispers,
of misleading dreams and false resistance.
For I conceal and I deceive,
but they don’t believe,
that I am the absence, I am the sea of sins.
I am the white,
the pure, the holy, the true and the real,
a light of life, a force that can heal.
I bring the virtue, I reveal the airy
truth of our absolute existence,
I am the birth, I endow the vision.
But I am vast and I am haunting,
my colossal power is possessing,
for I blind and I pierce, unyielding to the fading fields.
Asi 20/10/2026