Damien: Four years in search for me?
Crow: You were the lost one and the destination ..... my temples are now burning with thoughts of why we had to part.
Damien: How long have you spent in denial?
Crow: almost a decade ..... and about three decades on insanity ...... only my lucid dreams were the opiate.
Damien: Absurd .... I found serenity in the noose .... but this I was not even given .... I was taken down like a witch ..... I only lived and this itself was my rebellion.
Crow: You lived like a ship in the ocean.
Damien: I've learnt from the universe .... it's indifferent ... absurd ..... and limitless ..... unlike earthly creatures.
Crow: The poetic grace ..... Alas ... there's no escape from dystopia ..... and when I lured the so called immaculate I met them down in the realm of Hades ..... I was once again condemned as heretic.
Damien: Heresy is the ebony rose of rebellion in full bloom ..... There was a room in your mind where the uninvited had a lot to fear ..... this is where you dwelt .... you were gullible ..... credulous .... you've let the immaculate into your own hell ......
Crow: How discourteous of the living locking us completely in graves taking what was suitable for them and leaving behind what we believed made us.
Damien: The countenance you wear is so unusual my blind fellow ..... you're burdened by what you could never outpour.
Crow: Slumber is the orison and the opiate .....
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