Rot on the Sun

Not out of spite, not with badintentions. I'll find you and kill your family. It wont make sense until i get the Amantias inside my blood. Fly Aragics under my bed, to learn. Teach me the knowlege being passed betwwen the trees. Tell me what they see. I'm deaf to their words. Please interpret them to my, frequency. Like a radio without an antenna, I cant pick it up.

Im not too arrogant to learn. They came to me, I chased them blind, and they had the first words.

Am I insane? I hope so.

Im going to die before you.

Im hearing half of what i see and dont know if i should belive what it says.

A dream? Or almost... Could you tell me if its real? The knowlede is behind the flesh and bone. Releasing intraocular pressure. Comfort found me.

Fuck.

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