Wizard of Oil
For the brave and the curious,
The depraved and the furious
Each carnal desire we heap on the fire
Merely makes us feel tired and
We long for the pyre
And the solace sometimes that it brings...
But destiny's waiting
Alone by the grating
With cold, black, bright burning wings.
The trick is to ponder-
Let your mind go wander
And see what's behind the veil
You'd be surprised then-
The veil's very thin-
But that's why the light seems so pale.
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