this voice
needs a wilderness somewhere to scream
in the religion of solitude has eaten up my mind I
don’t require validation I know no
one is listening I speak now to power word after word after word laid out like crazy paving now that
is power there is really nothing to
it you just have to bleed across the
page you have to cry like you mean
it
some will think I’m the devil’s bagman my truth is hard on the ears but anything else is wasted ammunition fear has lost its power over me and power is the name of the game make no mistake about that power attracts the corruptible and I am corruptible power is my final temptation and I fully intend to yield to it I will become a force amidst competing powers
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