#noun
1. you think you know what i am? you know nothing.
2. 'crazy,' you mutter, strapping me in white with buckles and soothing words of false promise. 'delusional,' you whisper, bolting the door of this padded room and leaving me behind with the echoes of your footsteps. 'formidable,' you admit, in the quiet of your thoughts as tendrils of fear take root. at least you have one thing right.
3. are you listening? i am the end of all things. you cannot hope to contain me. i see all, i know all, i am all. there is nowhere i cannot escape to track you down. there is nowhere you can hide. i will find you.
4. it is written in the stars. my rise, from the ashes of this prison that smells of antiseptic and lemons and sickness. my ********** of this disintegrating world and all others. my fulfillment, of all and every purpose. you will bow. you will all bow. nothing will be as before.
5. i am everything. i am the world. i am you.
h.f.m.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
#noun
1. you think you know what i am? you know nothing.
2. 'crazy,' you mutter, strapping me in white with buckles and soothing words of false promise. 'delusional,' you whisper, bolting the door of this padded room and leaving me behind with the echoes of your footsteps. 'formidable,' you admit, in the quiet of your thoughts as tendrils of fear take root. at least you have one thing right.
3. are you listening? i am the end of all things. you cannot hope to contain me. i see all, i know all, i am all. there is nowhere i cannot escape to track you down. there is nowhere you can hide. i will find you.
4. it is written in the stars. my rise, from the ashes of this prison that smells of antiseptic and lemons and sickness. my ********** of this disintegrating world and all others. my fulfillment, of all and every purpose. you will bow. you will all bow. nothing will be as before.
5. i am everything. i am the world. i am you.
h.f.m.
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