Once more a dry inhale collects every toxin in the choking zephyr.
Excruciating pain is exhaled and exiled as a new-found source of fear.
This is much more significant.
A deity for broken hands to hold.
I know I am becoming a power to which you're succumbing.
An immortal disease in your system.
The voice in your head.
I am God.
To hell with being magnanimous.
I am a creature designed to control.
And every ounce of fear you release strands you further and further on your self-imposed atoll.
I medicate the maladies with a cruel and auspicious design.
Like the burning skyline's horizon where the stars shall never align.
Suffer through the discrepancies.
These errors are black and white.
My palms constricting the silence, extracting the dark from the night.
God damn the world around me and every heart you've tainted.
This is not a stroke of theology.
Take a look at what you've created.
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