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Another slumber...
These continue, bringing a contradictory message...
Slowly changing thought patterns: rearranging your mind.
Yet, this time it's - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same - this you can somehow feel how and why is unclear,
Intense is the stench of the paranoia within, to your core,
Leaving your numb in parallel
Fearing sleep - it will happen once
The ongoing.
Dissolution of sanity.
Thoughts that aren't your own rage inside head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy disordered they wander.
purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in - a blueprint of mental ambiguity.
their sovereign 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, 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... Left without to pave a now disordered path.
scatted by the pursuit of absolute perfection,
Moulded by the in which was so pure.
Previously free to sculpt in their own glorious image,
Under the and ever present master's gaze.
Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the 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 neither 'good' nor 'evil'... no more
his falling.
All is lost.
The fallen one, so convinced; determined to repair what has been eternally
The Race.
by the defect of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One with an infinity 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 mind in a multitude of