The Abnegation And Brutality by Noctem
�And there I found him. I could see him, immaculate,
sitting, watching me. And I could feel his being, and I
could feel his presence. We were face to face, his eyes
looked into mine. It was a cold stare, challenging ...
and only a gesture made me realize that not all human
lives were worth the same.�
Only aspire to the beauty while you rot inside.
You observe me like a whore, with desire and dirty
repugnance.
But you drink of me to satiate yourself.
You�ve crossed the threshold, you�re victim of your
desires,
glorified among the mediocrity, indoctrinated by
prosaic beings.
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