Sit on the throne.
Approach your shadows.
Approach, facing forward, responsibly.
Never give them your back.
Don't gift them your spine,
for you shall have well deserved your punishment,
because of your stupidity,
the gift of all world's wounds,
all over your heart,
all from your back,
all from your ignorance,
from your sad innocence.
Sit on the throne.
Attend to the shadows.
They come with gifts,
all the world's miseries,
all of their lies,
their well-known deceptions
and their putrid stench of disease.
Oh, their disease!
Filthy world of sores,
bleeding unconsciousness,
vomiting confusion...
Sit on the throne.
Don't be afraid, they cannot touch you.
You are the Master of Shadows,
your place is up here,
theirs, down there,
kneeling to your mastery,
for it was you who embraced the world,
not that of dreams,
but the Actual One.
By your spiritual honesty
you've won the whole world.
So sit on your throne,
Master of Shadows,
let them dance for you now.
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