The Universe is anti-me as it has been
since antiquity. The Sun, Moon, Earth
and Sky all of them seem to me deny a
happy life.

Strife and Tears seem to fill my years as I
move from life to life. Anti-me seems
destines to be such is how karma
dictates.

The only peace I know is the peace of the
grave, only Tir-na-nOg embraces me. There
I cannot stay though I fight to, I have
lessons to learn and they're spiteful because
this Universe is Anti-me.

Anti-me is the way it must be, even the
mirror mocks me. But then he is a
reflection of me so I know I'm not alone in
this hate zone of the unopposeable, incredible
awesome, Universal multiplicity...
Anti-me.

- Poet Silver Raven

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