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Crash Override

Anaphylactic identity, constricting logic on the course towards infinity. Denial is drawn like a tarot reading, citing that it is all in your head. Hidden mysteries written in code - the key etched in our divinity. Searching for a God who shoulders all the blame while cartographing our lessons with fate Absolute power behind the circuitry, plugged into the all-seeing interface led by evasive clues to keep the system powered up and running smooth Damage created by those on bended knees, pointing divisive fingers against our natural instincts outside of the true spectrum. Wired up and held in the place of duty - holding on to the inverse of programmable time, like cogs in a wheel turning, without enough consciousness left in holding to seek for records with even a misguided way out Secret vaults protected by monsters in captivity Borders and walls surrounded by tales of adventurous souls, looking upwards and onwards, over the ocean, and rocketing into the sky. All so the slave remains blind, swept up in fantasy of daring escapes - illusions hold them down to work harder, building an empire that has been falsified underhand - stolen in the name of dignity. Written on the tombs of despair to keep us longing for something else outside of the current of what is Then came the virus that attacked the hallucinating code of deception. The binding network struck a nerve, activating the cleaners to destroy the peace that held like soldered resistors. The savior agents dropped from their blinded curses, and took up their swords like lightning rods. Connected by their inner potentials, they set out to remind every neighbor near that the codex has always been within

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Date: 6/24/2023 12:08:00 PM
Wow, what full lines...I think we need to turn to God to find a way out, or we'll be done-for, for the reality of what you're saying will take over if we don't; even with the strongest souls. Deep thinking...
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