Fear stretches far into the edges of logic making less sense than rain
falling upwards. The future scares me for now it's as unknown as what
lies beyond 20,000 leagues under the surface of the deep blue ocean. If
perfection has flaws, and many at that, maybe I could be perfect. Perhaps
I'm closer to God than the devil himself, I suppose. But maybe even
Lucifer is competition to someone who has rejected the love of another.
Condemned to eternal flame; a never ending barbeque of one's own hopes
and dreams. Undeserving of grace. This is six straws before the last when
six men ride six horses. The tape rewound seven times, but played nothing
forever. Never the slightest tempo change. Never ceasing.

 
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