pray to your artificial god, my mania sulks, the black corvid longs for me; lost within shunted humanity an affair with emotions there, into a new split mind never understanding the burden of faith bound to my hands. I wait death with my tears, a nightmare of art: feeling well and guilt feeling well and forgotten. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written for the twitter MadVerse prompt: “Artificial Gods.”
Pseudopsychosis. 
19 responses to “Artificial (Draft).”
Goodness me, that’s powerful
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Thank you so much! 😀
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That’s great and amazing
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome lucy
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My God! This is quality!
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Thank you greatly! 😊
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I think you got me with that opening line 🙂
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Aww, thank you. 😀
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An affair with emotions, and, split mind, wow, that’s powerful. Also love the last couple lines and the paradox you are pointing too. Is beautiful, Lucy.
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Thank you so, so much!
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You’re most welcome, Lucy. Always!
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❤ ❤
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That opening line was really powerful. The way you merge emotions and thoughtful thinking together is really exceptional. Loved this Lucy ❤
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Aww, thank you so very much!
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You’re welcome 🙂
I’d love to read the completed version of this some day.
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❤ ❤
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Wow!
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Thank you! ❤
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