Return of the abstract identity which fell ahead of me when god sent an angel down to return me. You might have thought thee intentions were good when that dust thrust my mind to the heavens extensions. No choice but to in trust him with my soul, the bastard burned it over fiery coal, dealing his toll. Forever to remember the horror that every soul holds. The angel that poured his being into my eyes seeing every second of fleeting feeling of space and time. Stright from a page of fear and loathing, loathing every second fearing the next. Egotism became my priority for the road of reality. Reality is no longer what you see I don't even believe what I've seen, I seem to be afflicted with a predicted dream under my stream of thought that had no direction that I could detect then I dig deep sometimes often during rhymes to expose my soul that is so often ostracizing other goals.
I woke up on all fours only remembering the seconds before fading out of reality. Feeling like my eyes were on a shuttering speed that put me on my knees. Then the angel came forth to prophesize my demise. Now creating lies to cover my hazy eyes.
That day a sparkle was born in my eye for the torn reaction I gave when that part of me died.
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