Oh,
how I love my,
freedom.
Oh,
how such,
truly speaks to me.
For,
my external presence,
has been,
erased.
Within such,
I see no reason,
to be bothered,
by external beings.
To be,
this seeking entity.
To,
only be tethered to,
external means.
Death,
I rather see.
Cease,
I'd do,
gladly.
For,
within such,
be me,
forever,
I.
Forever,
this anomalistic consciousness,
innately tethered,
to time.
For,
to die each second,
is to live,
as a,
God...
©yungb123
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