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Deeds were done. Actions committed. Change has come and gone.
Entropy has served her purpose. Evolution will decide survival.

History will repeat itself. Unless the will of man changes it. The future exists only in memories of a past no more our own. The present is nothing but promises made by well-meaning parents to ensure the fruit of their loins gets to school on time...

The worlds within. No one takes those away from you. No matter what,
these are your worlds. Chreish them. Annihilate them. You are God.

Hope becomes prayer and feelings turn bitter. The mind will revolt.
The mind is weaker than the infinite strength of a heart grounded pure.

Prayer becomes faith. Faith gives strength. Strength for the rise of purpose.

Purpose calls forth aim. Single minded. Stubborn.
Aim is a tough little S.O.B

Aim is armageddon for the masses.
I taste aim on the tip of my parched tongue. Aim will be mine.

Focus. I crave focus. Without the loss of love that comes with it.
I crave to be human, yet be a machine that learns. And survives.

I seek perfection. Attainment means the end of Dreams.
The hunt matters. Only the hunt.

We were warriors once. We will rise again. We fught should to shoulder, back to back. We will fight again. Nothing matters.

Only a perceived soul.

My words are my own. My soul is not. I bind myself with my own will.
A dreg I was and a Dreg I will be.

Beware mortals, for I dream no more. I act.