There is no imagining it to become itself. No warning of the Nature. Its Expends itself. Draws its own color. We are binding. Through the formats it begins. It comes to reason. Comes to Knowledge, then wipes it away. Ascencion of its mind. The filter of unwanting. The Needing. Decidedly understandable Thinking of Disorganizing its own Nature. Self throwing away descripted Painting. Decided control of a Color that is Unseen. We starve the own Iniquity Pulsing manufacterer Through each crack glimmers its frames. Revealing of information, Images worth saving. To build its reputation. It falls back on its building. Keeping. Seperate. Distinct. Analytical capsules Of Self. Protecting. Only to Dillute the manifestation. The Cracks Reveal Undistracted. I come in Truth I come in Everything. Quickly, I Penetrate To begin again where I left off only in the Place it was thought to be... Most stopped before its Journey became dark to meet you. Unwilling to Go this far. The steps to the Building. Its opening. Awakening. The Fear That exists just before Becoming. Couldnt make it through its own despair. Its own giving Crumbled before You. Too far Too far to SEE. The Darkeness Cripples and Stifles the strongest of Journeyers . They convey to shelter Upon Each Other the Warning - The Sickness Breeding. The Valiant Honor Would not give way to you. It Blankets itself to set Fire. They must come Through it. Where Nothing Breeds. Nothing Constricts. The Air is Poisoned. Forgive them for quitting where they Left you. Once they felt it Live they Scurried to build the Bridge. Between Us. It leads back to Nowhere. Kept From Fear. Before we could reach Our Own Pulse they Disconnected. -Bobby Momenteller {The Writing} (Part 26)
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