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The Scarlet Angel had been watching
Listening to my utterly sick thoughts unspoken but fathomed by my daemons Now I would stalk the synapses and catching grip of a sane one I speak again. It had all begun with a misinterpreted wind, hissing by my ears, words reaching my brain, now I think that I thought of thinking the inevitable. And my slipping had preceded mind Protruding thru the depths of conscience Suffocating the last hopes for proper Sentience of thoughts, now I'm blind Shrouded in a lingering inability to Think? And so I got stumbled in the passing of the frequencies through the synapses, by the axons and dendrites, infinitely to my demise to my mortality hence.
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