Cover story 28: A better perspective on things
The man meant to be the cultist, is now just an average Jim or Billy to the world. An average guy trying to sleep looking like he is deeply in thought even though he was never thinking. I guess great minds sleep alike.
I wonder where that white coat is
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I am PERFECT. I have no flaws, no words can describe me. AND YET PEOPLE QUESTION ME... I exist as the peoples embodiment of sin, I took it in, I am one of everything nothing does not exist because all is me. If truth was in front of you... you wouldn't ask ... no wouldn't you ask if the person is joking... nobody is worthy of truth because even the most important people died exuding truth. I am a mere king before kinglyship I am merely here because I choose to be, nobody knows me because I will surface when the time IS RIGHT.
THEN WHY GET WORKED UP OVER A MAN IN A TRENCHCOAT.
I witnessed a future where I could die in his hands, I needed him to be punished for ever even thinking he had a chance at me against me. Our lines cross no more, and if they do, they're being erased by the same hands that made that fool.
Why rule over people that wouldn't worship perfection and instead choose their own creator, wouldn't perfection be humbled and regret.
A father doesn't abandon his children when he is asked to get a glass of milk, just like that I will teach my children right from wrong and start with him. The sky is blue because I have the power to erase the clouds, I can shake the core of the earth, what argument do you have against perfection like me. The same things like walking on water, on air, can be performed by me, yet people call me, called me...
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CALLED YOU SON OF LUCIFER, the same wall you talked back too all those days ago is the same wall now, before any crossroads. What is the point of being perfection if you don't have the answers to all, since you created all, are you even perfection or just preaching good will for yourself.
Stop it, he hurt me, my pride. YOUR PAIN... ISN'T PERFECTION how come you gave the puppets a will of their own to disobey you. Because everbody has a chance to be better. Then why teach someone who doesn't wanna listen, so called perfection doesn't know a thing about the world yet wants the world to himself, would end it on the line that being king would offer him something beyond life, if not he wouldn't be standing here right now... for having such a weak heart you preach on being perfection, true perfection loses all emotion for he only speaks in truth, if he can die by a mere mortal he is no more than a son to the father you preach to be. Shut up, stop mocking MEEEE, I am here because I say so. And real perfection wouldn't use such an excuse because he would only speak truth no "I say so", because the world made him not "I say so".
They're laughing, not at your words at you... look at them.
Stay in line fool.
Just like your par...
Stay in line, I'll shoot anyone who says anything against me, perfection doesn't heed words he is them, he knows no knowledge because you take a sip from his fountain of knowledge, or you scatter and crumble just like that.
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The audience was no more, empty halls because each seat represents knowledge when you are the basis of all knowledge you base the world to nothing except the words others wrote on books. Because you never knew anything, except others words, how can you be perfection, does perfection if real know all like the myths.
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As Neova ran falling down, a shot to the knee, a shot to the other. A hit and a miss, slowly the woods were falling, and in an act of haste a shot to the head yet all it did was blur his vision. Malfonz was angry, but his attacks started to not effect him, he was getting stronger even after the pain what is this. THIS IS DUMB, Malfonz said as he was about to rush into kicking the man again maybe this time ending it for good. He wanted to see his opponent die slowly though, a quick fight would end up being boring, maybe not even work, not even was the chances he couldn't take. So he watched as the wolf cub sat back up, ripped his family photo, and all that fight it wasn't enough to crush him.
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I guess if I were perfection I would have ended this way sooner, can perfection even do that, I hate my inner thoughts it hurts to think with a great mind like mine. Fin.