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Another slumber...
These dreams continue, a contradictory message...
Slowly changing your patterns: rearranging your mind.
Yet, this it's different - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the origin - this you can somehow feel how and why is unclear,
is the stench of the paranoia within, sickened to your core,
Leaving your senses numb in
Fearing sleep - it happen once again
The ongoing.
of your sanity.
Thoughts that aren't your own rage inside gout head, cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy broken: they wander.
purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in mind - a blueprint of ambiguity.
Fallen: their the flawless one
of the fallen.
Once easily controlled - of will, strong of mind
Chosen for the qualities they posses.
Helping to man...
To mend all is flawed
Cultivated in clandestine, for the chores that lay ahead.
It is a pursuit to heal the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they would desire to
Their own singularity... without guidance to pave a now disordered path.
Minds by the pursuit of absolute perfection,
by the environment in which was so pure.
Previously free to sculpt others in their own image,
Under the and ever present master's gaze.
Carefully the subliminal traits of the countless blemished psyche.
Maintaining a balance, a for the ailing.
'they be changed for the good of all.
' Independence of mind is an outcome.
It is not perfect, not pure.
A pursuit 'good' nor 'evil'... no more
his falling.
All is lost.
The fallen one, so convinced; determined to repair what has been 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.
This will return us to zero it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we he only one - the same mind in a multitude of bodies