My apologies dear friend, for my earlier outburst. Sometimes, I feel like the tranquil sea and other times, I watch the storm coming in helpless dismay for I know it churns up such rage in me, I often destroy that which I love most in a fit of madness.

Would it comfort you to know that while I was spitting venomous abuse at you; I was actually speaking for the Prophet of Conformity herself?

She will be given a face; she will be given a name and she will spin such lies of grandeur that truly, we will gladly take the ropes offered and think it our salvation.

Ash
The beast was here all along…


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