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Another slumber...
These continue, bringing a contradictory message...
Slowly changing your thought patterns: your mind.
Yet, this time it's - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same origin - this you can feel how and why is unclear,
Intense is the stench of the within, sickened to your core,
Leaving your senses numb in
Fearing - it will happen once again
The ongoing.
Dissolution of sanity.
Thoughts aren't your own rage inside gout head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy disordered they wander.
purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in mind - a of mental ambiguity.
Fallen: their sovereign the one
of the fallen.
Once controlled - weak of will, strong of mind
Chosen for the telekinetic they posses.
to cure man...
To all that is flawed
Cultivated in clandestine, groomed for the that lay ahead.
It is a noble to heal the sick....
Yet not of an they would desire to keep
Their own singularity... without guidance to pave a now disordered path.
Minds scatted by the pursuit of perfection,
Moulded by the in which was so pure.
Previously free to sculpt in their own glorious image,
Under the watchful and ever present gaze.
Carefully reordering the traits of the countless blemished psyche.
a balance, a cure for the ailing.
'they mast be 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 determined to repair what has been eternally flawed:
The Race.
by the defect of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One with an infinity of voices.
No in the human form.
Stopped.
This will us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we will he only one - the same mind in a of bodies