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Chapter Seventy-Eight: Wild Card

1/3/2022

Who the fuck are you?
Are you a new one from T's or Blue?
Should I trust you or tell you to fuck off?
Are you a friend, an enemy, or a one-off?
Got to talk to you--something changed.

Did you see me, or were you telling me what I wanted to hear?
Like a temporary comfort of cutting my hair with shears.

And as soon as I noticed you weren't fake--
T, hold up--what's at stake?

You kept me away, let my daughter roam free.
What is it? Could she see?
Friends in comfort--haven't had that in a while,
but god-fucking-damn, look at that style!
Jealous of those clothes--ugh, T, is she good, or hostile?

Cassandra--Do You See Her Like I Do?
What about Blue?

Blue Has Nothing To Do With This-- You Know His Stance.
So should I give her a chance?
No One Could Ever Control You, This Much Is True.
Haha, ya, not even fucking Blue.

She Is Trustworthy, A Friend--
And you know that I need those--
We All Need Friends In Our End.

But this isn't my end, is it? T, would you tell me my Truth?
Anything for that pain-- anything to sooth?
Cassandra, She Sees You. For Every Inch Of Who You Are.
Are you sure... I can't be disappointed again.
She Sees Your Pain.
I just--I'm so alone.
Then Let Wild Card In--Let Her See Your Throne.

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Time After Time

Crazy Jane gets along with Wild Card.
I Told You, You Would Not Regret It Thus Far.
T, why do you still care for me, even after all I've done?
I Just Know, You've Got Good Intentions In Your Heart.

I would never want her to be hurt--
She Could Never Be Tore Apart.
She is my friend--
And She Will Remain.

Something about us stubborn gals--
And One Day--Best Of Pals.

T, I just want her to stay, not to fade away--
Like The Old Chapters, Those Who No Longer Stayed?
I can't feel alone again--
So Stay Strong, Cassandra, You Are A Queen-- Reign!

So time passed, and T was right,
she saw me for who I was,
alas.

In this life you have to keep your friends close--
and your enemies closer, I suppose,
but T taught me one thing in this crazy life,
no matter the strife--

"New Friends Bring Energy To Your Soul."
And one day--that will help me feel whole.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Wayward Queen

9/8/2021

You talked Him down at his prime,
brought him back from rage and made him fine,
I remember that image, I've seen it,
then you were gone before I left,
but I wasn't scared, I knew you'd be okay,
I didn't want to forget-- I wasn't alright.

Walking below the white moonlight,
never clean, never pure inside,
I knew what it felt like to burn in Heaven,
and to drink until you forgot to feel alright,
glutton for punishment,
would you be the one to clean the blood from inside?

Do you know what it's like to burn in Heaven?

Would you kindly bleed again, if you can take it?
Let me drink your heart--
is it vacant?
Sleep while the Demon Queen watches you sleep,
drink if you feel like enjoying the weekend,

Live and keep living,
the Earth of the Collective has split,
but since Day One I've known which is your side.
I remember the image, I've seen it,
takes me back to that Garden,
our first meeting.

Then she pushes me into the corner,
"Drink!"
And I feel the bitterness--
like flames from Heaven,
and so I bleed again, but I can take it.

Will you drink with me until your heart is vacant?
Sleep alone but my demons will keep you company,
I'll be around--until the weekend.

All the damage you have done
Bleach I drink tastes better on my tongue
I tried to swallow all the damage you have done
But the bleach I drink tastes better on my tongue

While I bleed, I know you know I can take it,
And then you drink me like a drink,
your heart no longer vacant.

So we sleep together,
different corners of the bed,
but the demons are around--
we aren't vacant.

Share that Moscato,
here comes the weekend,
I will never forget you, R,
you are my--

Chapter Seventy-Six: "Tank Girl"

1/25/2021

Long ago she was there,
did you forget her?
Welcome Tank Girl,
just met her.

And we clicked,
tick tick,
like a bomber gone sick.
Maybe it was bad timing,
as always with you boys,
you were there then gone,
she knew you,
but you left me alone.

So I missed out,
but guess what,
fortune favors the bold,
that's why I'm your heart attack.

Tank Girl, meet Cassandra Hack.

Tick, tock,
she's a bomb,
not fragile like a flower,
watch out she's a dime,
hidden firepower,
badass mommy full-time.

T's got Chapters,
I got Bad Girls,
welcome to my club,
we have no masters.

Another boss ass bitch,
this is the sitch.

This is Cassandra's Wonderland,
are we just not grand?

Say hello to Tank Girl,
zero fucks,
so give my Kingdom a swirl,
see you on the other side,
this is your head bitch in charge speaking.
Redux.

Chapter Seventy-Five: "Wild Flower"

12/28/2020

Straight for the castle,
follow the river,
don't mind the shivers.

Laugh at Life's tragedies,
keeps you strong,
fuck the technicalities.

So kill them with kindness,
the world is a nasty place,
fuck that, you got enough grace.

When you fight the world,
remember you are the fire,
all that pain and heartache,
fuck that damage.

Young spirit,
strong woman,
much to learn,
dare they stop you?
They wouldn't.

A mad world we live in,
you showed me strength,
not to give in.

And then you left,
was this for you?
A test?

Why do the good ones always leave?
Or was it Truth's job to deceive?

Chapter Seventy-Four: "Caretaker"

4/9/2020

Simple "Hello,"
Care To Wager?
"Say hello back,"
A Stranger.

Constants And Variables,
What Is The Parable?

So Then You Saw The Caretaker Again,
"Is this is chance? Or is it coincidence?"
"Find The Significance?"

Friendly Voices In My Head,
"Could anyone understand us?"
"Much Confusion," Brother, It's What's Said.

So There Goes Roman,
Wrong Time,
Wrong Moment.

"Whiskey?"
"No, Vodka."
"Ah, gotcha."

*Warmth* spells a new batch,
"Shut Up, Roman, What's The Catch?"

"Let someone in,
or are you that afraid, brother?"
"Just Overly Cautious, Is That A Sin?"

The Caretaker seems honest.

*** Solace ***

Then months passed, felt like eons for the old god.

The world's pandemic still at odds.

Who writes our stories?
That Is A Mystery.
Who buries our worries?
That, Dear Brother, As They Say...

Is History.

Chapter Seventy-Three: "Bastet"

3/12/2020

Devil's In The Details,
She Said, "Eyo!"
What A Fun Way To Say Hello!
Got That Energy,
Welcome New Synergy.

Little Quiet,
Little Reserved At First,
Something Hidden,
I Could Tell, That's My Curse.

Just Gave It Time,
You Opened Up,
Same Time As Ass-Kicker And Sassy Pants,
Must Have Been Something That Pulled You Together,
Some Kind Of Trance.

Was It The Energy Of The Castle,
A Newly-Build Kingdom,
Brick By Brick,
By All Of Us,
This Would Be Our Second Home,
To Let Go Of All Troubles,
Lean On Each Other,
Face The Struggles.

Then Time Passed,
Saw You Less And Less,
Was The Kingdom Struggling,
Or Was There Some Other Stress?

Then You Came Back,
Some Things Remained,
Scar Tissue,
Newly Stress Chained,
But You Helped Me Heal,
Humor And "Positive Vibes"
You Became Part Of My Tribe.

Advice Given,
So I Gave It A Shot,
Can It Help The Bleeding In My Eyes Clot?

Only Time Will Tell,
And I Got Nothing But Time,
I Make My Own Heaven Or Hell,
Tell Me, Bastet, Will You Join My Pantheon?
Or Will You Stay A Phantom...?

Chapter Seventy-Two: "Boss"

2/19/2020

Day One,
Where Was I... Gone.
Someone Else Was Driving
The Vessel,
Tough B**** At That,
The Rebel.

She Picked This Setting,
The Narrative,
Forced Us To Learn,
It Was Imperative.

A New Prison,
So We Sang In Unison,
Time To Get Real,
Follow The Rules Again,
Lest You Be Discovered,
And Faced The Pain.

Then I Came Across You,
And I Saw Something,
Playful Banter,
Or Was It Nothing?

Fast Forward Some Months,
You're Different Than Other Ones I Called Boss,
Long Ago They Weren't Understanding,
But Deep Down You Saw Something.

A Little Quite Observant,
My My, Boss,
You're Determined.

Then New Changes Happened,
As Time Always Likes To Tease,
This Ride Would Not Come With Ease.

But You Noticed,
You Asked Questions,
You Tried To Understand,
Even Welcomed My Directions.

Simple Things Might Confuse,
But The Door Is Open,
So Said The Muse,
And Now You Got Her Name,
And Roman's,
So You'll Ascend Among The Humans.

Welcome To The Collective, Boss,
Just Follow The Blood Red Spots.

Chapter Seventy-One: "Wild Child" Redux

2/19/2020

Roots upon the ground,
listen Wild Child,
the world isn't always sound,
sometimes it's mean,
sometimes it's wrong,
but you have much to be seen,
so stay up strong.

It isn't about surviving,
it's about being tough,
sure you can try and make it through the day,
fighting what comes what may...
but listen to your gut,
I wish I had done the same,
years ago,
instead now I rot.

I see you on those days and long nights,
it reminds me of innocence,
before the fright.

And I know that you are trying to understand,
maybe some days it's harder than keeping it from slipping through your fingers...
that sand.

I used to have friends just like you,
once upon a time,
before I let him push them away,
damn Blue.

But when you and Sassy Pants are there,
the world outside no longer seems unfair.

I am trying to do better now,
and sometimes it is hard,
when one of the others,
they are playing the part.

But until one day you move on to better things,
and hopefully go after what you need in life,
maybe the others will know that someone else fought their strife.

I think we run into each other because I'm supposed to give advice,
help guide you,
so you don't make a mistake,
like me rolling the dice.

If it means I've done one good thing in this world,
can I chalk it up to doing good?
For atonement amongst the many bad I've planted,
since the very beginning,
and maybe I won't take the others for granted.

Chapter Seventy: "Watchwoman"

12/10/2019

Straight Fire Out Of Smoke,
Nothing But Flame Through The Words You Spoke.

Since Day One Staying Ahead,
Ahead Of The Curve While The Rest
They Stayed Dead.

You Had Come From A Similar Place,
Dealt With The Same Issues,
But Now Looked At This Building With A Fresh Face.

As Brick By Brick This Prison Was Molded,
Each Corner Each Aisle With Past Secrets Holding.

Like A Body With Different Faces,
We Called This Place Home Now,
Left With No Old Traces,
Transformed Into A Lucky Coin,
Hoping To Bring In People To Join.

Then One Day You Mentioned Runner,
And I Felt The Walls Closing In,
How Small This Town, This Village Is,
The Past Just Shudders.

Sister Wants To Run Far Away,
Disappear Forever,
Start Over In Her Own Way,
And Maybe By Now I Agree,
Since There Has To Be Balance Between Us Three.

We Survive Each Day As A Team,
To What End, If We Are Stuck In A Dream?
A Fever Dream More Like,
Each Day Something Else To Dislike.

Until We Enter The Forest,
Sister And I,
Following Bread Crumbs,
As The Night Turns A Dark Sky,
Little Snacks Here And There,
Is The Witch Leading Us To A Confectionery House?
Are We The Lion Or The Mouse?

Feeding Us Words That Fill Us Up,
Out Of The Kindness Of Your Heart,
Or Are You A Cannibal Waiting To Tear Us Apart?

We're Not Used To Nice Things,
That Is True,
No Longer Kings,
But Monsters Through And Through.

So I'll Sleep With One Eye Open,
As I Throw The Rope In,
Hoping He Grabs On,
At The End Of The Day,
Lines Are Drawn.

So Slowly You'll Begin To Understand,
If You Haven't Caught On Already,
How Quickly Our Dreams Expand,
Inside This Famous Fable,
How Unsteady Yet Able,
The Kings Of The Round Table--
They Spin Out Of Control Like A Broken Electrical Cable.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: "Sassy Pants"

12/9/2019

Going Once, Going Twice,
Will You Be Afraid To Roll The Dice?

Roll For Some Silver,
A Sliver Of Hope,
You Keep Rolling With The Punches,
And Facing The Smoke.

A Notebook Here,
An Assignment There,
Will You Let The Stress,
Eat You Alive Without Being Fair?

So Much Time Ahead Of You,
You Remind Me Of The Past,
Running Around Looking At My Life Speeding Fast.

Some Days You Are There For A While,
Other Times I Barely Speak With You Or Say Hi,
I Can Tell You Have A Good Heart,
You Care Even Though I'm A Bad Man.

You Told Me To Be Careful,
And Maybe I'll Follow Through,
But A Monster Like Me,
I'm A Danger Through And Through.

And These Days I Finally Know,
Eventually Everyone Reaps What They Sow.

So Keep Fighting, I Meant What I Said,
You Got More Power Than Me,
Everything Else Is Covered In Red.

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My name is Francisco, you can call me Zisco.

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