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Apr 2021
I wanted infinite recognition.
The kind of power that is unquestioned.
Fused by desires running wild, uncontrollable and mad with jelousy.
I needed to see what havoc could be created by mere existence, and to choose by whim who to grant toxic grace of body, passion and darkness.
Can it all end in a final night of no survivors?
A patchwork design of scars and mutilation?
My question still remains.
Is there a hero to resurrect an angel monster born?
Turning a lesser god into salvaged humanity?
2nd day of freedom
Zara rain
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Zara rain
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