I feel a little confused today, and a little disconnected. The lines in my mind are a little razor sharp. The beings around me beam with their own hypocrisy, and I feel a little timely fear. My toes are firmly grounded in the soil of deeper destiny, but I do feel the negativity and it ignites doubt in my heart of the grand plan condition. The reality of goodness is now known to be nil and obsolete. I don't see guides in my zone, I rather tip toe in a gloomy hallway lined with an anachronistic wardrobe. Maybe the lion will find me and we can frolic in an old burned out WWII structure. Hatred is a laser beem pointed at me for infinity. My fatigue is palpable and it paints my life for eternity.
I sit on this friday night and I see a moon above a flatland rising with a pale pink hue. It says to me that it knows me and that the existing reality is about to see finality. I have slaved and there is reason I needed to see the worldwide treason. I will be a baby in a bassonet next to the ogars who have enslaved me. I will find a tall tree and they will place me at the base. My soft cry will become a telepathic lullaby. Lullaby and goodnight. Please have the animals in the glen do what is right. All of the rage my way set me on fire today. The pain of my travels yesterday has laced my mind with a disonant exhaustion.
The people I see are all demonry. They do not respond to the realities. They move awkwardly, and I find them too fiscally mean. The saber that they all carry comes my way savagely ripping me open. They want to talk tick tock, and all they think about is cock. It is disgusting and traumatic. I just try to exchange pleasantries, and the beast still stalks me to the nth degree. I am almost invisible. My pain brings pleasure to the mighties and malice shoppers all around. Eton see me and bring me an apple. I will cloak you with a cape.
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