enamates here from concessions,(the first stage of empathy, an erotic based rush) then the organization sandwitched unto and braising the brut force with which,
your ideal forms contradict the reality of what it means to really understand a true model is.
What the reality is, what is it, Your mine -who you are, should be according to the way you are seen now,m in the darkness groping,
for the answer, my satrie is but a blush of not having
seen in the broad light of day, you magic, and mystery, may be such as, it is,
may be diminished in stature and depth.
The fear is mine, that your disaffection may grow, rather
than the other way, your affection,
and proof of the solitary enggagement which was frierich’s last battle with the diminishing point,
toward the nothingness of His Being. Who Dares or even cares, to go where so fearfully few may thead?
Warnings from thousands of volumes thus testify, and that being to struggle for the very existence of which death is the finalm arbiter?
In the footseps of Fust, the forgiven, then as a shadow jury, as such as now, i seek to
offer my humble request, that there may not be a compelling reason to relentlessly follow a well thread path to the castle.