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Another slumber...
These dreams continue, a contradictory message...
Slowly changing thought patterns: rearranging your mind.
Yet, time it's different - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same origin - you can somehow feel how and why is unclear,
Intense is the stench of the paranoia within, to your core,
Leaving senses numb in parallel
sleep - it will happen once again
The ongoing.
Dissolution of sanity.
Thoughts that 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 the flawless one
of the fallen.
Once easily controlled - weak of will, strong of
Chosen for the qualities they posses.
Helping to man...
To mend all that is
Cultivated in clandestine, for the chores that lay ahead.
It is a noble to heal the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they would to keep
Their own singularity... Left without to pave a now disordered path.
Minds scatted by the pursuit of perfection,
by the environment in which was so pure.
Previously free to sculpt others in their own image,
Under the watchful and ever master's gaze.
reordering the subliminal traits of the countless blemished psyche.
Maintaining a balance, a 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 'good' nor 'evil'... no
his falling.
All is lost.
The one, so convinced; determined to repair what has been eternally flawed:
The Race.
by the defect of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One thought an infinity of voices.
No balance in the 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