Oh woe it be how utterly hopeless you wander on the linen and threads. That humans shall rejoice on privileges of small encompassing power. That to eat and sleep is a joy, and feeling one another of your flesh is the blossom of all life's ambition. Their faces are empty when they wander down here. It's because their minds were clear, their soul was innocent and their hearts were empty.
Your days are so fleeting for you exist in linear consciousness. Your minds disregard that commonality and you are almost there but you just want to claim hold of that ignorance further. Are you terrified of the grey fields? Do the elevators burden your pleasures? They should.
I am the enemy of the ignorant, the one sided, and the violent. I am the betrayer of fears, the mocker of stability, and the crier of Balphram.Your threads are so very thin. So very thin they could snap in half with the most gentle of touch from the right stranger.
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