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and my angel descended unto me leviathon in form moisture sparkling from its skin and I did fear (ever-so-briefly) for the fraility of my vessel a projection it was of my own making (of that I am sure) often, one cannot comprehend the assumptions of a crazed and delicate mind had the bile of madness created such a monster as this, through delirium, and the wasting of a heart; or had the desicration of emotion spawned such a thing? conceived, at last, by a turning interlude, a mind battling itself through an empty graveyard that held no solace in inevitable death and O, how the thinking part of the body does play its tricks with jest and humility. the ignoble plague of disdain like waste products in the gutters of Rome it flows freely in accordance with the civilization that produces it, the merging of septic minds, in their pursuit of eutopia, shall covet and destroy that which they long for need most require for the perpetuation of kin and colleague. and the overwhelming beast sat in contemplation of me eyes aglow like dew on a rose petal in the morn shackled to curiosity. I lay invalid this incapacitation my mausoleum the termination of vitality full and complete my life was but an antiquated scroll lost beneath time and oppression only a wheezing twilight and a pitch moon remained my first movement in some time came in the form of shivering shivering worry like a parent has for their ill child I was drawn and pale I'm sure as the beast approached me its shell quivering like unquenchable heat and its form began to melt away like wax in an inferno what was to happen at this point? God, why do you taunt me so? leave me to die unteased and unloved in the catacombs of my dissolving mind damn you for your intrusions damn you for your lust of my torture damn you for your creation of me!