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You can't afford to fail if you must cheat death. I stand on this apex, without you, without fear.
You cannot stare into these. They know no depth. They have witnessed and understood what has escaped you for so long. You will find but darkness here. Let darkness shed a scintillating revelation upon your scraped soul. Let darkness guide. Butterfly of scabbed wings, there are but thorns here. Why do you perpetuate your predilection? I am immortal. Death can't touch me. I am my own companion. My only companion. My own enigma. My own stigma. My own propaganda. My own redemption. On bad days i rise from the ashes like Pan. On really bad ones, i am Demogorgon. I am a question only i can answer. I am a reflection only i can decipher. I summon congruity among shadows and imprints. I invoke separation of ownership and control. I am the impersonation of egocentrism. I Me Myself Mine. I am a narcissist in love with a reflection of nothingness, yet completeness.
I know of someone called Ninja. He thinks he is the reincarnation of Nija. He isn't. If you must be depicted by mythology and its fables, you are Beelzebub. Does it not reflect your inner you?
I have been all, and seen all. I have conquered what was to be lost. I have guided pathless living corpses. I have ridiculed what was of priceless stature. I have deserted the warmth between delicate arms for ripping apart others'. I am the variants of emotion. I am a deviant trapped in commotion. Or exalted by it, only at crossroads will i know. My divergence leads to your convergence. My rise leads to your downfall.
My cynosure, where are you? Let go of the theatrical part of life. I loathe the drama. Storm in a teacup. Bounded by this periphery of absolute perfection, but dissolute decimation, You must be so sad. Get back and pull down these curtains. Veil their ugly sullen faces. They are no accredited critic of the gracefulness of the cloud that is you. My white cloud.