Running From Legend.
(Preview)
It can be described as nothing less than A Presence.
Desiring for what manifested primal emotions has deemed worthy for transcendence.
Manifested into what humans define as love.
Human.
A meaning I am searching for once again.
A meaning that used to define me as a being.
A meaning snatched away from me by The Omnipotent.
The Myths
The Praised.
The Legends.
Blessed by the benevolence of Gaia, I dwell within The Developmental Womb. The Sheep graze within each other's infinitely complex personalities. They strut as cattle to The Legends, their naivety a feast to those they have no real knowledge or reason of just how logical they make them. Mind, body and spirit being willfully given for empty expection, yet still present the platter when the response is but silent.
I can see them, however.
With the divinity forcefully bestowed upon me, I can see The Sapio Specters.
The Black Sheep.
They are developed by their own depiction of experience, a wider, more lucid and unbiased understanding of logic.
The Spectrum Sight.
Not swayed by the conformed bliss that The Sheep give their sight to, warrior of nihilism against that which misdirect the knowledge needed to defeat those that selfishly seek to stay forever in logic.
Seeking The Black Sheep, I too move in selfishness at the moment.
For the sake of regaining humanity, yes.
But also for their shaded reasoning, a cloak strengthened by greater understanding to shield oneself from the The Legend's greed.
Why?
.......... The arrowhead stapled into my mind and the halo around my neck are reacting violently to the arriving emotions, almost burning the flesh and the free will of this shell I have come to be.
It can be described as nothing less than A Presence.
Putting forth it's full powers to locate what makes it as human as any. using it's divinity alone to break thru The Developmental Womb protected by The Grace Of The Omnipotent.
And The Presence arrived in the energy of two, wanting that mortal intimacy deeply and.... so very passionately that they are willing to break from their pedestal to retrieve that instinct.
The owner of the arrowhead shot into my imagination to mold it for such a mythical fidelity.
The master of the halo latched around my throat to paint my being with an infatuation that can only react to it.
The two Presences that loves me.
The Myths.
The Praised.
The Legends.
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