Ten condemnments.
Six. All material produced under the guise of inspiration is purely intolerable garbage, and for the good of the confused, better off unknown and unspoken of in large groups. We allow our lives at times to be formed by such malleable and pathetic crap, to tear us away from our own lives, and it is blasphemy to separate a sense of unity with love. The most unfit penetration of mind that cannot be tolerated by powerful parties, in light of corrupted breeding of certain bloodlines, and not just of a royal nature either. The darkest of ourselves comes from these people that we call our parents, but they are the familiar organization of persons who brought us through to live real lives. Making the gateway from here to there possible by physical means, questioning this sacred geometry is as well a blaspheme, and your spirit is at stake if these words are paid no heed, sanitize yourselves without regard for other demands of responsibility under fear. These things called dreams are really just imaginative products of a foolish perspective, and these things usually fade away after youth has dissolved from a person’s understanding, adulthood is the absolute.
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