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The Sionic Plague
Numero I
Come all to the well and drop your pennies. Wish apon that of which is no value and wager without loss. Listen to the rantings of the blasphemous prophet, before joining his kin. Be content that the blood is not spilt and that he holds the truth of the future, through denying his heritage. For one who has slaughtered the tree which is the root of his soul he is unjustified in his life hypocracy. Watch him confiscate the axe that only he has wielded. The edge is a blunted blade because of the choices he has made. The leader of a rebellion, a revolution that needs to be followed. But without a pipe, the mice will not follow, nor will the children of the Sion. This may be his pride, but it is lost at sea. In the blink of an eye the life has passed. Evolution has subsided. Gravity has faded and dreams float out into the universe. That is where the black hole is located. That is where he is. The universe, his soul. Live through the Insomnia and the hole in the universe. Battle the crusades against conscience, for sanity is at stake. Rectify the regrets and take charge of the army that follows. Embrace the enemies that chain your true self. No longer deny what is the truth and face your being.
~ Dale Allanson
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