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XXVII


I feel as if... As if i must conceal her!

far within the abyssal of my hear.

For man may only ponder on such a creation.

If only he knew such myths existed, 

we would slaughter one another.

And yes! Even I would unsheathe and take life

for although I have turned from this materialistic world

it has only taught me of the greed my soul adheres to.

I thought myself awoken, but it be only to the 

phantasmagoric nightmare.

You see I have awoken from the ignorance of reality

only to know this dimension of dream.

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