RELEASE

The weight crushing the weightlifter's chest...
A circumstance created by his own hand...
The hand that striketh...
It also strikes he that does the striking...
A punishment well suited for the self-destructive...
Too blind to see his own madness...
He relishes the taste of his own blood...
A lush of sorts...
A grip tightly held, on his own throat...
He begs hunmanity to answer his call...
He sees not the hand of the demon...
A whole body filled wth darkness from the past...
Aye, how destructive the demon is...
Tis a worm so great...
No fast of any length can protect him...
This poor flesh profiteth not...
Although rightly abandoning salvation...
He seeth not his own kingdom of light...
Aye, he is being tortured by himself...
A conscious sun that seeketh his own radiance...
He tears his heart open desparately seeking the source...
Of foolish nature I say...
He cannot come after the annointed ones as yet...
He must fully deny that which identifies...
No tears necessary...
Tis a bee drowning in honey...
He will eventually remember the dust...
The sweet mother never denied him suck...
Unbeknownst to him...
The father never ceased calling his name...
Upon realizing twas all him and in him...
He dissolved back and prepared for the second coming...


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