Manifesting is a source of thought and needs that are wanted by the person who will succeed in the result of the demand. With ears listening and reporting to the devil, growing each and every time you want something to become true. Manifest it in your mind, and it will become true. Only it comes with a price of loosing your free ride, to wherever your white destination once was. Manifesting stains the white with each drop of blood you have lost. Feeding the manifestation into more than a thought in your mind, because its the only thing your forced to listen to. No matter what you try to do, once you manifest something the devil will consume every last drop of your white and burn the words into ashed smearing them onto the white walls in your mind. Resulting in the loss of your soul because someone wanted you to fall. So instead of fighting for your future, the only thing left to do was write about your past while the voices stop and whisper. Because that's what they are born to do, demanded by their master to keep you from praying for forgiveness and turning around. They follow you around with every single memory of the past, and using them till you pass the torch of remorse. Feeling nothing after the date, that was manifested for your fate. ******* everything out of you is what manifesting will do. Starring off into the unknown will cause your troubles to be known, by everybody who listens just wants the attention. Deja Vu means experiencing the same memory in the exact same way while being in the right place at the right time, but if its the right place and the right time then why can't we remember the first time. If it's right and right then what is left and left? Left time and left place. Opposite of Deja Vu is remembering the wrong place and the wrong time. If we remember the past so well, then why can't we remember the familiar so well? Manifest for unlimited and it will never seem to end, and only grow and grow and grow until the limbs can not point in the direction of the Eastern sun and grow to the direction on the sound of the silent manifestations. Pointing their limbs with cruel intentions of hexing the called upon with green live twigs turning the oxygen into carbon monoxide to thin, green turns into brown dying with a frown. Once smiling at the leaves, the manifestor kills the bee.
