About Me: This day the jackal is upon the air across the distant scene shadows gather around the sad set creature nailed apon the door of time,those that
hide in the distance captured like a wounded bird our mind's eye a spark the accumulation of all knowledge a vessel of progression a galleon apon the horizon third eye acceleration,that
which makes us higher than the lower animals our conscious mind that can decode the light into linguistics and intuisional integrety,
divine enactment miracles and fantasy those forsaken abilities that
now remains as an ilusion of mediocrity,lost ,when a matter of justice to good and evil,to see the difference between right and wrong an constant battle to be ones judgement,at the end of life to see our future there remains a cauldron of suffering,to loose human form a punishment a sadness pain misery fear and nothingness surrounds,festering demons smile playing with weakness,sick with descension life spark fading,
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