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"if I could, Id sweep out the corners of your mind." she said as the drugs were taking their effect a mind on trial with a time bomb reflex if God only knew what I've buried in this head he'd scream with pain and utter dread rats eating rats eating the skeletons bones which have sat shackled in their closet homes I am not a Messiah I am not a Messiah I am not a Messiah can't you understand? I will ruin you to the degree which whatever savior you've bought into will not be able to sell you out I'm sorry for the forthcoming events we were kings and queens until I settled in and the clock became more important than anything and I

If sun and sea could see son and motion and atlantis could ride from all the oceans we'd be relevant to the flowing of reality yet we have dissmembered our bodies dissenchanted our hearts and flee so willingly to the dark spots in which we hide I've grown from just a tiny organism into this being so utterly immature who understands the innerworking of love yet has no way of portraying it a naked beast I lay alone trapped in the wake of resistance throwing myself in harms way to try and end this existance a mountainess flaw set in a valley of grass growing and growing without direction without means or hesitation I am flung