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Another slumber...
These dreams continue, bringing a message...
Slowly changing your thought rearranging your mind.
Yet, this 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 within, sickened to your core,
your senses numb in parallel
Fearing sleep - it will happen again
The ongoing.
Dissolution of sanity.
Thoughts that aren't 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 blueprint of ambiguity.
their sovereign the flawless one
of the fallen.
Once easily controlled - weak of will, strong of
Chosen for the telekinetic qualities posses.
Helping to man...
To mend all that is
Cultivated in clandestine, groomed for the chores lay ahead.
It is a noble pursuit to the sick....
Yet not of an ailment would desire to keep
Their own singularity... without guidance to pave a now disordered path.
Minds scatted by the of absolute perfection,
by the environment in which was so pure.
Previously free to others in their own glorious image,
Under the watchful and ever master's gaze.
Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the blemished psyche.
Maintaining a balance, a for the ailing.
'they mast be 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 one, so convinced; determined to repair what has been eternally flawed:
The Race.
Conquered by the of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One with an infinity of voices.
No balance in the form.
Stopped.
This will return us to zero when it is finished, how are we to
For we will he one - the same mind in a multitude of bodies