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while I may not yet consort with gods I've lived to see and speak of the great god pan ridiculed by the flock flipping

through their channels struggling to swim upstream a surer source pulls my pen at attention across page after page gross

bits of tasty gore my death drive's what keeps me alive the bitter pill on which I thrive my death drives what keeps me alive

while I acknowledge there may be more to life than to simply survive not afraid to die, I fear the journey to its gates the

frightful sights along the way my death drive will keep me alive my death drive will deeper than horror lies fear that flea

that multiples with ages advance deeper than horror deeper than horror is fear I looked about the room but none saw as

they sat frozen awe slack jaws agape yawning into the void I looked about the room as the words were read weird images

crept into my head lucid clarity overtook me as the page turns as the page turns to the screen mystery regenerates and the

force of a few words could shatter worlds