Mad, yes, I am mad, I am insane, I am the caustic particles of the depths of existance. I am the madness beyond the looking glass. The viel of night crawls with perfuse derangement of existance as the subatomic reality shreds like confetti at the birth of god in the parel universe. We are but her dream, the requim of the forceen and imaculate machine, a monster which will conquer and shepard all who seek her blessings. Be it as told, there hath not be the decors of mourning, but the grevance at nary a celibration in the time of react and rebirth.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 23:37:37 +0000
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