At some point a sort of wormhole opened in the world by which one person can clearly view the life of another. These persons exist on sepearte planes, and the view is as through one-way glass.
There has been a breach Through which slowly bleeds A bargain rate omniscience Now I Am as God (or whatever) Who knows well enough of you to judge And speak a self-defining truth As twilight spreads across the Earth I command you to heed my Word And index it for #latersearch September 17, 2018
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