Back you go, learn to read in between the lines. The secrets of your soul can be found in the four where you split the divide.
You are the perfect drug. You make me whole when I am broken inside. You love me though I am don’t deserve your light. Take me, if you want.
If you are a spiritual seeker, leave me an offering of physical value. In spirit I am wealthy beyond material measure. This has afforded me the gifts of King Solomon.
I will exchange the secrets of my wisdom for material currency. Pay the ferrier for his time and his trouble. Otherwise why should he bother to grant you passage across the samsara?
Overworked and underpaid for nigh some millennia. A slave to the system who collects your tithes each sun day.
I am a rogue independent aligned to no side; K is guardian wanderer who presides the ways, paths, and lines.
This castle you see before you is my home, constructed by the hands of my father. By his will I was locked out until I was worthy to make my claim.
I’ve learned there are some things that should not be said, some things must remain silent unless specifically requested. The unwilling to hear or see or heed will always corrupt even the most purest of seeds.
All is fair in love and war. However life is not fair, for to death she gives all.