Honestly,
I am just an artwork generator these days.
I just bleed colours on the papers
Or words
To exhaust the inner tyrant
In order to make him like me like I do like him.
And in my mind the cosmic dance we have
It is in fact a war
Who's gonna win I cannot know.
My mind or my soul.
Through love comes creation
Thought hate comes destruction
And I am the artist of this Great Work
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