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Fear or Rage
I’m swollen in this red mass flared projectile forcefully fallen forgotten rotting in a bizarre twist of nonsensical acumen's, I thought but this is a lie.
Like the glass see through, transparent, clear and lucid. I find myself the bull’s eye of a target infliction, goaded to spur the tangible spark that intrigues my perspicacity.
Every corridor has 10 sets of doors and every doorway presents itself to another door. These doors are the representation of an action; decision that has fortified barriers to overcome these objectives each door proclaimed has its yin and yang, karma or punishments good or bad.
I alone have two doors that are shown in a small corridor, one that drives the essence motivational vexing power that enables climaxing fury, which eradicates simplicity on a fundamental level. The other a daunting decree, formally stagnant in its putrid form, self-diagnosing ones self-images conformity and order.
The violet rays erode my inner core, direct all possible conviction to a destructive evil granting radiance glory never taken, never subjected to suffering or defeat, essentially god like bathed eternal in divinity sculptured in a reflected shield of trepidation.
I see you…..but you do not see me….
Like the glass see through, transparent, clear and lucid. I find myself the bull’s eye of a target infliction, goaded to spur the tangible spark that intrigues my perspicacity.
Every corridor has 10 sets of doors and every doorway presents itself to another door. These doors are the representation of an action; decision that has fortified barriers to overcome these objectives each door proclaimed has its yin and yang, karma or punishments good or bad.
I alone have two doors that are shown in a small corridor, one that drives the essence motivational vexing power that enables climaxing fury, which eradicates simplicity on a fundamental level. The other a daunting decree, formally stagnant in its putrid form, self-diagnosing ones self-images conformity and order.
The violet rays erode my inner core, direct all possible conviction to a destructive evil granting radiance glory never taken, never subjected to suffering or defeat, essentially god like bathed eternal in divinity sculptured in a reflected shield of trepidation.
I see you…..but you do not see me….
Published 2nd Nov 2013
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