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Another slumber...
dreams continue, bringing a contradictory message...
Slowly your thought patterns: rearranging your mind.
Yet, this time different - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same - this you can somehow feel how and why is unclear,
Intense is the stench of the paranoia within, sickened to core,
Leaving your senses numb in
Fearing sleep - it will happen again
The ongoing.
Dissolution of sanity.
Thoughts aren't your own rage inside gout head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess...
A broken: disordered they wander.
purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in - a blueprint of mental ambiguity.
Fallen: their sovereign the one
of the fallen.
Once easily controlled - of will, strong of mind
Chosen for the telekinetic qualities posses.
to cure man...
To all that is flawed
Cultivated in clandestine, groomed for the chores lay ahead.
It is a pursuit to heal the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they desire to keep
Their own singularity... Left without guidance to pave a now path.
Minds scatted by the of absolute perfection,
by the environment in which was so pure.
Previously free to sculpt others in own glorious image,
Under the watchful and ever master's gaze.
Carefully reordering the traits of the countless blemished psyche.
Maintaining a balance, a for the ailing.
mast be changed for the good of all.
' Independence of is an unacceptable outcome.
It is not perfect, not pure.
A pursuit neither nor 'evil'... no more
his falling.
All is lost.
The fallen one, so convinced; determined to repair what has been eternally
The Race.
by the defect of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One thought an infinity of voices.
No in the human form.
Stopped.
will return us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we will he only one - the mind in a multitude of bodies