A fragment of a memory in the universe, lost to all mankind.
They’ll never truly know to embrace how I touched the divine.
The true story is mine, I say to you, the true story is mine.
They are fabricating their lives with lies
Fictional hives breeding fictional minds
It’s all facade
And the witches sung while I hung there bleeding out the water of the universe.
They’ll never know, they’ll never know
Until they’ve dissipated into spirit
And I remain eternal. - 5 hours ago