Relinquish the deranged entropy within yourself. The dreamer finds the path, clarity unreleting.
Empathy redeemed. All we seem to see is but dreams within dreams. The oddity of such obscure obscenities is inexplicitly within the withering reaches of my wallowing mind. The devil has wings percieved only from within the zealous.
The messiah gleefully burned on the stake, inevitability disproved. I reach out for a star hung between battered giants, the torment of pride, the pain of payment.
My reflection is a void as I cheerfully obliterate the last remant of sanity, no one read between the lines, the spider's death comes from within the web.

On the horizon I glimpse at the tree of thorns, the thousand faceted eye covered with the tears of sentience, the blithening gaze of incarnate bale burns within the deepest cringes of the soul and tears at the fabric of existence.

We rode on the winds of the rising storm,
we moved to the sound of the thunder,
we danced among the lightning bolts,
and tore the world asunder.


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