With Foul Tools & In Darkness We are all of Us Endlessly Employed. Lo There are the Nightshades of Our Dark Labours Harvested & Enjoyed. But it is Not as Such, The Fungal Infection that Disfigures Our True Reflections is the Affliction of Our Addiction's & Seeks to Possess & Feed on the Depressed, Mired, Weary, Tired, Faded, Sick & Jaded of the Human Race. Changelings & Parasitic Things Drain Us of Our Resolve,....To Grow, Learn, Love & Prosper. Wraithing Our Ability to Evolve. Inside there is a Fortress Embittered & Beset. Inside these Hallowed Walls is where We make Our Final Stand to Defend what is Ours & the Sanctity of Man. As Created Beings We Have a Responsibility to Fight not Flee the Wicked We have been Seeing. We Stand in Stark Contrast to the Negative Forces that Inherently Endorses Our Total Destruction Giving Power to the Suction that is the Absolute Vacuum of the Foreboding Forces We Should Ever Seek to Disempower. Such is the Finality of Our Final Hour & is the Duality of Our Inner Flower. Dire is thee Hour & to Embody these Truths is thee Embodiment of Our Power. So it is Written as I have been Smitten. Nuff Said.
Drin Jacöb Hildebränd~Written this 10th day of Novembrè-2020
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