The future my eyes envision from the night.

12/17/2006 at 4:43 AM

My dreams have now come to pass. Life, as it is fleeting, has peaked it's head revealing glimpses of lines to come. Distraught and sickened lye dreams, screaming, pleading for a saviour. A master of concious mind. Two directions, two forks spreading, everfurther, their ends. The path of destiny lies, peircing the cloudy night sky, while fate snarls and reers its head a thousand times over. Immoble, strained throats can only beg.Stop this torture, this barbaric transformation, led by men so capable they cannot lead. Stumbling onto the cool wood floor in this metal chamber, myself burying I in the crisp dirt. Lingering thought is dead, clasped in hand is the silent tune, a travel log of necesity, not desire.

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