July 26, 2011
I see the growing mass of blatant madness, winding out of the cracks in your sun-bleached skull, and it delves into the heart of it all, this shuddering black mass of renewed ambiguity, and as I watch it burst into poisonous flames that begin to consume the world, I think,
How can you be capable of such monstrosity?
And then the sky begins to bleed, and as I taste the acid bitterness on my tongue, I feel the cloak of shame touch upon my shoulders and suffocate me, for not stopping you, for not saving her.

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