Bathed in adoration, regardless of intentions. abstract... fiendish... blessed in light... painted black, all the evil colors. they roar and dance the nights intention. yes, but you and i both know, they must be smitten to the ground. fed darkness, sliced up and grounded into dust. evil dust. these terrors we create, abstract concepts representing archetypes of all we wish to leave behind. they can be made to suffer... but suffering and pain is felt. felt truly but only by one. their pain would always be your pain. definitely an unfortune, a complete void of fortune... echoes of laughter twisted by repetition... can they be erased? these monsters... can they be burned to ashes? how long should we try and who would win that war? my humble opinion is that we would win in the end. then go home. barely worth it unless that's ones paradise.... could be. so how can we set ourselves aside from any imagination that seeks to capture this life here now, living... suffering those lies and nightmares. Just a long winded, nightmare of a question...
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