an unknown character...
Repugnant lies from the white bleak aliens. All lying to their mirrors
(fitting in) conforming to "beauty"? Becoming less of a person than one
can be. The perfect curiosity leading to the perfect crime, the fertility,
the act, a disease created blindly, entering an "intact" society.
The creation of a messiah an unknown being, able to manipulate at will,
hope bleeding from it's eyes, only to be slit by the truth, cut down
innocence, unnecessary naivety. The day of reckoning arrives (daily)
and I can watch as a weakness, of genetics? destroys a mind built up on
ego, drooling the remnants of a charred tomorrow, and yet the prize is
awarded to the day when this white bleak alien can admit defeat, pondering
a physical induced end, and yet never having the attention span to complete it.
The unknown is not the obvious, the one who outwardly appears scared, the
internal bleeding is the one, the false strength presented to aid the other
diseases’ existents, and then the regurgitation of the sounds, continuing as
you
f
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l
l
into the position you were born into. An attempt to give something back in
return for nothing, guilt, a property of your own. They all speak to you,
assuming you can not respond, believing you feel nothing, noise can not
affect an empty shell.
So I stare as the noise reaches me, stare at something in the distant,
resembling something I had just left behind, so I bury it deeper imbedding
it in rock, continuing the personal destruction I created.
