Yup, there’s no avoiding it whatsoever, with any religion or anything, the shape and function of everything i am. It is supposed to be something else, but i arranged the world in a beautiful way with minimal fuss for the ones i loved, who always watched me.
After this im a crying lost toddler.
So i block out everything from now on and enjoy what i can, cursed with an absurd lonliness i got for being loyal and keeping faith and strength in an ancient dream.
My dying gift will be my imparting of the pain i felt right up deep inside in the darkest region. Im only sorry it wont hit who i hate the most, first. My dying sigil will be a slow release venom into a disgusting earth that discarded my reality.
The Humble Rock Dove 