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Another slumber...
These dreams continue, 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 paranoia within, to your core,
Leaving your senses numb in
Fearing sleep - it will once again
The ongoing.
of your sanity.
Thoughts aren't your own rage inside gout head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy broken: disordered wander.
purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in mind - a of mental ambiguity.
their sovereign the flawless one
of the fallen.
Once easily controlled - weak of will, of mind
Chosen for the qualities they posses.
to cure man...
To mend all that is
Cultivated in clandestine, for the chores that lay ahead.
It is a noble pursuit to the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they desire to keep
Their own singularity... without guidance to pave a now disordered path.
Minds scatted by the of absolute perfection,
Moulded by the in which was so pure.
Previously free to others in their own glorious image,
Under the watchful and present master's gaze.
Carefully reordering the subliminal of the countless blemished psyche.
Maintaining a balance, a for the ailing.
'they be changed for the good of all.
' of mind is an unacceptable outcome.
It is not perfect, not pure.
A pursuit 'good' nor 'evil'... no more
his falling.
All is lost.
The fallen one, so convinced; to repair what has been eternally flawed:
The Race.
by the defect of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One thought with an of voices.
No in the human form.
Stopped.
This return us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we will he only one - the same in a multitude of bodies