{oNe}
Existance invelopes me, i inhale sinsation and exhale contempt. so is my way, so is your way. we gaze helplessly at sinful struggle, our virgin eyes burn at the sight, then, in time, grow tolerant, we grow apathetic to the pain, or we justify chaos, malice and decete through our delusions of order and divinity, a third party of onlookers never adapt, spending short, frigile life cringing at the brutal horrers set before them.

{TWo}
may angst and fear cloud my vision, say i know not what is spoken, for all let be that i speak ignerant falsifacations, through i know no truth other than my own sober impressions.

{THRee}
the angel outstreatches her volnerable, utouched body, the warmth of the sun tranmutes to the cold-lonelyness of the dirt, spread wings snap and wither, darkness surrounds her, envelopes her, screams silenced by the deamons clamping her mouth shut, burned, ashamed, broken, she surrenders, and is dragged into the darkness.

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