The mind is the means to our own end; the start of our being but all the more the very same agent to our own demise. You can only really fight back upon the means for that release
yet at the same time
resistance is futile.
Without our own demons there are no angels to our good. We are the flipside of what we both love and hate.
"Ah even so, my dear, we are not so terrible as you put us. Besides if we're of the same coin, that makes you just as terrible as me no?"
And as such we hit our conundrum.
Wrath is the danger yet suppression is key.
How long can it all last?
"Not long's my bet"
"All in all it's rather...fruitless? Hopeless? Perhaps all the above"
"You're stuck regardless"
We still have our chance at salvation
Started more just to pass the day by
Blegh too tired to write anything substantial D|