Another un-replenishing slumber...
These dreams continue, bringing a contradictory message...
Slowly changing your thought
patterns: rearranging your mind.
Yet, this time it's different - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same origin - this you can
somehow feel how and why is unclear,
Intense is the stench of the paranoia within, sickened to your core,
Leaving your senses numb
in parallel
Fearing sleep - it will happen once again
The ongoing.
Dissolution of your sanity.
Thoughts that aren't your own
rage inside gout head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy broken: disordered they wander.
Without
purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in mind - a blueprint of mental ambiguity.
Fallen: their sovereign the flawless
one
Minion of the fallen.
Once easily controlled - weak of will, strong of mind
Chosen for the telekinetic qualities they
posses.
Helping to cure man...
To mend all that is flawed
Cultivated in clandestine, groomed for the chores that lay ahead.
It
is a noble pursuit to heal the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they would desire to keep
Their own singularity... Left without
guidance to pave a now disordered path.
Minds scatted by the pursuit of absolute perfection,
Moulded by the environment in which was
so pure.
Previously free to sculpt others in their own glorious image,
Under the watchful and ever present master's
gaze.
Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the countless blemished psyche.
Maintaining a balance, a cure for the
ailing.
'they mast be changed for the good of all.
' Independence of mind is an unacceptable outcome.
It is not perfect, not
pure.
A pursuit neither 'good' nor 'evil'... no more
With his falling.
All guidance is lost.
The fallen one, so convinced;
determined to repair what has been eternally flawed:
The Human Race.
Conquered by the defect of his own mortality.
Unguided...
Untamed... Unstopped... One thought with an infinity of voices.
No balance in the human form.
Stopped.
This will return us to
zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we will he only one - the same mind in a multitude of bodies