Your historic origin

July 3, 2013

Hidden interest lies within what you see in your mind.

The very things we behold are visions of our thoughts.

Creations erupt abruptly in a dull feature.

Awe inspiring attractions claiming bliss is quick paced but last as an eternal memory.

Chance is critical acknowlegedment cast upon the mythical inspirations taken from rejection.

My pet is El Chupacabra .

I am partners with Ankou.

The great quetzalcoatl shall grab unsuspected beings and cast them to the forgotten place land.

I believe in my curiosities of different versions of heaven.

However I was told of a curious origin.

The maternal parent has preached to me of a theory of an angel;

the angel placing they're finger on a newborn before being actual existence on terra.

I shall forget the very moment of an exstience prior to our own.

The origin of how I achieved such a folklore I am not certain of religiongional background.

However if I remember it correct; it was because I asked of the crease between the mouth and nose.

There been times I dreamed i live in a chaotic land, seeking the sole connection between dreams and the life I live.

All I shall find is the repetition that never ends.

The motif of being pierced in the heart of an arrow within a dark land.

And yet the last thing I see before drifting off is the connections waiting for me in another land.

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