we the creature hold power over you the spirit ...feel it in your ear yet? snake? the blood that drips permits the mist to slit the wrist when solitude is bliss and it ceases to exist it will never be missed in space and time unravel the twine not Gord, not Ian, knock knock I am not in danger...
I AM THE DANGER

VIRUS

CARRIER
scary, scarrier multiply bury yours trace the sick to the source for your victory without reward we war with peace shhhh let it be constantly flows through me controls the soul alone in me and I'm barely even touching the spectrum of sensible common magic in the realms beneath the surface projected into the form of a mental state allows vision to adjust into focus through the only aperture I am aware of...psychedelic remnants of memory echo the illusion of language as the masters feast off my imagined wizardry of words cast out into the salt water oceans of material consciousness allowing all to take interest in a group experiment of human scientism the religion of profit only for self containment snap sealed lid on so tight that grey was white when black turns into light, upset and emotional gets cast into stone the return is written and the fires will burn purity from filth if the whole of the law is do without will , powerless full of captivating incinerated light vessels stuck in eternal shadows unconcerned with spring after fall when some will win turf astro theology just a whisper away from truth broken into pieces and scattered throughout the nations religious orders can cause chaos obsession set to be released when the star child lives again and heals the bruised© All Rights Reserved