Deep within you are after some answer it can hurt as none of known weapons it blows within your true-self it crashes the very borders of your keep
Diagnostics failed-none cares all acceptable ways dealt of no core flexible hands of anxiety are moving now the only prescription left is suicide
Generations of your antestors Shores of proto - seas and primal youth of the green glens by the blood are within your cells and standing on the ashes observing this formed world gradually becoming aware that the mind trap turns into soul plot
granuled treasures of oblivion renovated sharpness of thoughts whole indulgence of the almighty counting stages while the fall
And even while on your knees when the present strikes sharply through The only things that stable the strength Are those ancient memories of yours?
So be thankful to the source it was the Thing which delivered you, doomed to existence and finally forced for the purification of wisdom