A mere image voiced in the opinions of the hungered saint known for his
ability to cause emotional turbulence at the blink of an eye, the flash
of his hand, his insensitive scent to find the next victim, paired, in
the eyes of a wolf suited to fight a bear. A flicker of a light,
causing a misjudged apparatus hanging in the ceiling. Still.
Emotionless. Awaiting his life. Moral stability unstable as the
clock ticks towards infatuation and tocks towards mental mutilation.
Its pathological mind paired with an overshadowed soul. Its mind is
doubled. Its soul is no more. Its intrinistic bodily functions
replaced with a single beat. What used to be its organs becomes an
armamentarium of anger. Undecided. Its insides filled with such a
nothingness that baffles its followers, a human mind, incomprehensible.
A desire, incomprehensible. A book that explains to the reader its
flaws, that attempts to teach but only murmurs. A slave to discovery,
he belongs no more. He dwells near his lens. His tool is simply
convex. His assistant the type writer. Criminalistic impediments push
through to knowledge.
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