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Another slumber...
dreams continue, bringing 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,
Intense is the stench of the paranoia within, sickened to core,
Leaving your senses numb in
Fearing sleep - it will happen again
The ongoing.
Dissolution of sanity.
that 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 - a blueprint of mental ambiguity.
Fallen: their sovereign the one
of the fallen.
Once easily controlled - of will, strong of mind
for the telekinetic qualities they posses.
Helping to man...
To all that is flawed
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... Left without guidance to pave a now path.
Minds scatted by the of absolute perfection,
Moulded by the in which was so pure.
Previously free to sculpt others in own glorious image,
the watchful and ever present master's gaze.
Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the countless psyche.
a balance, a cure for the ailing.
'they mast be for the good of all.
' Independence of is an unacceptable outcome.
It is not perfect, not pure.
A pursuit neither 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 thought with an of voices.
No balance in the form.
Stopped.
This will us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we he only one - the same mind in a multitude of bodies