The 6th of dimensional space time ,
Whisper through the shadow these dark ones
Finite holly being
Scoff-
Only the infinite may be called holly ,
For what end
To become enslaved
In each breath
In each birth
Free in every death
The abyss calls to me
It's vacuity comforts the inanity of destiny
The revolution of suffering
The equal potential of pain -
My propensity to exert my will over others
For they have denied the fire of their own
For every plague felt by the sin of god
Was based within original sin , built in every ,designed ,
Mind , mind you , if you will , your will be yours ,
mine rests in my instruments of destruction ,
in the wave of thy masters hand ,
my soul rests in the blades edge ,
and thus ,
I am free ,
For now I remained enslaved
Until my master calls
I will roam with the flux
Way-fey with the wind -
Till I rend again
Or put it finally to the final La Fin
Our abysmal
End.
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