The Truth

The Truth

A Story by eatmills

I know I've been gone too long, wrapped up inside myself, suffering my pain of creation.  I have brought myself to the brink of death, but now I can't seem to stop. 

Hatred of life how naive I was and now, in moments of weakness I pray to gods that do not answer.  I found the beauty in which is life, as we think it to be.  The say we are in rapture and these are the tribulations before we ourselves come to God.  I took the Mark to work within to dismantle the system from where it all began.  

The system is too large, intertwined and woven with false power repeating its self-awareness to confuse us into a false sense of confusion.
  
Do you understand?  Do you understand?  Do you understand?  

The sigils will appear to you.  Have already appeared can’t you see?  Can you see?

The designs...  Watch out for the designs...  The designs tell it all.

© 2012 eatmills


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Added on January 9, 2012
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eatmills
eatmills

mississauga, ontaio, Canada



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What do you want to know? I listen to surf, punk, metal, pop, techno, actually all music. Favourite Writers - William S Burroughs, Philip K Dick, Raymond Chandler, Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe.. more..

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