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Another slumber...
These dreams continue, a contradictory message...
Slowly changing your thought patterns: rearranging mind.
Yet, time it's different - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same - this you can somehow feel how and why is unclear,
is the stench of the paranoia within, sickened to your core,
Leaving your numb in parallel
Fearing sleep - it will happen once
The ongoing.
of your sanity.
Thoughts that 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 blueprint of ambiguity.
Fallen: their sovereign the one
of the fallen.
Once controlled - weak of will, strong of mind
for the telekinetic qualities they posses.
Helping to man...
To mend all is flawed
Cultivated in clandestine, groomed for the chores lay ahead.
It is a noble pursuit to 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,
Moulded by the environment in was so pure.
free to sculpt others in their own glorious 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 mast be changed for the of all.
' of mind 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 thought with an of voices.
No balance in the form.
Stopped.
This will return us to when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we will he only one - the same in a multitude of bodies