paths of glory lead but to the grave

Witty Astrologist

A Scorpio that blends well within any recipe, but their chemistry squeezes the living breath in me. I am suffocated not amused. Proud of their betraying ways, I call abuse. They bring ignorance and a good time , which do I choose.

Perception of lies that’s really “truth” if you dig inside. A Gemini is childlike not in maturity but in fun. They steal the show though no ones cheering. You get zapped by their gorgeous appearance, words shoot like a gun. Hated by many, loved by few. Grip their trust and watch your emotions brew.

Capricorns are stingy with their mental, clingy and hyper - judgemental. Being wrong is not an option, instead they excuse any conscious caution. To meddle with their brain , may land you in a grave. The woman work like intense slaves, and the men roar like they’re brave.

Virgos are the wanna be Geminis. Cutting through time with manipulation, they swear is hard to find. Down the line they lead a path of creativity and glory. Tell stories through allegory. For pleasure they experiment with trolls, until they grow old in a black hole.

Libras are the hearts within anything that can love. They fit comfortably but still leave space just like a glove. Very intelligent but aware not to sleep with arrogance. Friendliness and learning is the only thing in their residence.

Pisces wish to be spicy , but their weakness is backed by a feisty demeanor that’s icy. Very giving when its their life you are living. But find yourself and they tend to distance. Persistent affection can grow into a traditional fetal position. If you wish to stretch your legs, they are not the ones you should beg.

Instead of aquarius riding a wave , they choose to ride the wind. Instead of hiding in caves, they choose to brighten the dim. Through the whim of their rebellion , grows a fearless determined heaven. Essence clears the system like a cup of gifted lemons.

The humbleness of a Leo is usually smashed by their ego. These lions shouldn’t be caged, for they break free like a torpedo. They age like time is stuck within itself, screaming for help. A human sponge to pain. I love these protective souls, respect it or choke on coal.

I saved the best for last, more like a dreadful death I wish to pass. Sagittarius is in a class full of grass. Slithering like snakes, opening your eyes for a better chance to mase you. They will make you adore the potential treasures, with no essential measure. Rape you , with prudential pleasure, that slits the throat. it’s kind of clever. When are they a true friend? How about never.

I know what you are thinking. No I didn’t miss your sign. Either you’re too vague for me to speak on, or in this dimension you cannot be defined.

#MaggieRella
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Poetry for the Houses: Slytherin

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
        Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
        The short and simple annals of the poor.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
        And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour.
        The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

- Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, Thomas Gray