Expecting the unknown, it's like a wind rushing of gloom, void in the dawn. Expecting the best to succeed. As I knell before Jesus, I usher the spirit within my domain, my mind. The mind has the ultimate power, exclusing it from this world of sin, madness, shenanigans, it comes along with, I'm peculiar for a reason. Marked as one of the father's angels.
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