It's a dark world... a place your mind doesn't ever truly escape feeling comfortable in. Sweetest depravities & hopes of mastery in vita—through a blind force you'll transform into primal urge and yet full of life force. Oh, how many gods must I worship in utter chaotic successions with fluctuated emotion-ridden paradigms? An addiction to a phenomenon of mind—slow and dispersed escape from forgetting only to remember seemingly more desperate. An idol or force so raw and primal I may decide to lay down my life—perhaps mastery of such a field is not to hold up the situation but rather the flow. My paragon of truth, the embodiment of divine feminine fervor... and the more radical and single minded, the more it shall repay in energy.
worship the one true God, who sent His only son, Jesus Christ, down to redeem the sinner, that whosoever believeth on Him shall have eternal life.