Equestrian

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"These things become forgotten

in time."

I'm beginning to think that's

a lie,

and all those bad decisions

and experiences

are still there in

the attic.

Better yet, the addict's

basement.

Brewing inside a personalized, self-

righteous cauldron.

Down there is where the devil plays and

orchestrates too.

Until one day you

discover his existence,

the Wizard of Oz,

and invite him inside for

a beer

with you and the rest of

your characters.

Or one day he succeeds. "But

I meant so well,"

you'll say, "why does the Lord smite me?"

And if your actions were orchestrated

by the devil,

and he succeeded in blinding you

from true motives,

who's at fault?

Certainly, it can't be you, you

were unaware.

Under a spell, you drank the potion

of self, thought you controlled

the horse, commanding

where it goes with your whip of

purpose and reason

when the horse

goes where it wants.

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