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Jan 2022
Destruction commence
Please God just end my suffering
This is the end
Of all we love and hold dearly

Counting my blessings
I have none left
Brain functions ceasing
Death is imminent

Frequencies weakening
Collapsing paths
I'm not receiving
Transcendental sequences

Pulled out of body
Skies look bleak storm clouds are coming
My thoughts erupting
Buried deep within the tempest

I steadily lose patience
In old ways of days missed
Stations complacent
From the wavelengths I've been sent
In subsequent functions
I amount to nothing

Moments pass substance
I fade away
As time elapses
I dig my grave

My bleeding conscience
My bleeding veins
The curtains calling
Bewildered, I can't escape

Destruction commence
Please God just end my suffering
This is the end
Of all we love and hold dearly

My soul occupies
The confines in space
With the vibrations
Solidifying my base
That give me just the slightest trace
Of phasing amidst these in-between places

Pulled out of body
Skies look bleak storm clouds are coming
My thoughts erupting
Buried deep within the tempest

I steadily lose patience
In old ways of days missed
Stations complacent
From the wavelengths I've been sent
In subsequent functions
I amount to nothing
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Cunning Linguist
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Cunning Linguist  29/M/An illusion of reality
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