led to its jaws our mortality everyone a script when i breathe demon dust
cumbersome neurosis their malleability failure, delusion i am not one of those people
pity not the fallen i never knew them i am not for them i console not i hate the consoled and the consoler i am unique and conqueror i am not of the slaves that perish be they damned and dead amen
what are they, the rejected ones? what is it like to be dull? was there a loss of inner sense? if so, i won’t engage.