When you're done bemoaning the outcome of your best laid plans, you and I should probably have a long talk about Doom Wednesday. It was kind of pivotal, a lot like the time you suddenly showed up screaming and carrying on about I don't even know what and I still to this day don't even know what your damage was.
To say that this makes it difficult to emphasize with your position is the understatement of the day.
PROGNOSTICATION?You go on to adopt - as your personal insignia - an epithet of the Most High.
Allow his scathing vitriol to spiral. Into nihilism, and misanthropy. Feel him rail against and destroy
everything you
once held dear.
Spent and disconsolate, intimate: Final Scorched Earth Campaign. Deliver your own deluge and condemnation. Contract, like the pupil of an eye into the size of a bullet hole. Destroy everyone - and everything - including the Self, and it's revolution. Pray your life was
just a dream (the cut that
never heals).
The world is in my hands. There's no one
left to hear you scream. Abrogate everything into
nothingness. Begin to understand that when all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.
