Born, torn, spawned from the womb of the scared virgin.
Starting the growth of uncontained and uncushioned aching of bones.
Screaming head into the walls of brick for the imprisonment for freedom's outcome.
Deviance, thrust into a life, oh, devil, you do not still the unknowing to be pure.
Fast forward through endless running into the wind of the youth's free spirit in urban complexity.
Then freedom takes a new guise, the expanse of desert and beach.
Riding headlong into waters shark-infested.
The female consciousness angled to spite as the snake, though young, faces God's wrath.
Building immunity to concern with social structure.
Then drugs fill the time taken to be brothers, twisting, pacifying, opening consciousness to a new potential.
LSD brings psychic potential, fleeting, momentary.
Then the paranoia, the untrue hatred of brothers who only know themselves, for the deviance of youth twists the psyche towards fears untold.
Next, the depression as love slips free from the grasp of a struggling addict.
Anxious, lonely, panied towards self destruction.
Grasping at a clarity of society as a construct of concept.
Bending self-destruction towards complete immunity to pain.
Walk through the torment, the journey begins.
Psychotic, after a decade of pain, splitting reality into compartments that are true or untrue; clarity only slowly and miserably becoming truth.
The devil takes his deal to the suffering, and the boy dies as the man is born, to be a man after the youth has been eaten.
The man dies and is sent to a heaven he does not remember when he finally gives in and takes his leave of the reality which hates him.
Hates himself not, for all things are welcome to him, balance presents karmic ease.

Millions of delusions, cycling, looping, surprising.

What is this MK impossibility of death, permanent?

I drop this to establish my betterment about that which God has chosen for me.

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Leaping from the flux of the unborn, into duality, away from the quantum state.
Growing towards betterment in every breath of mind.
Errors leave marks that tell what the truth is.
Developing strength as pain becomes the scar which one can be stronger for.
Many years of absolute freedom, now forgotten but for knowing they did exist. Life is worth it for the moment, memory is not the real reality in the flux, one will return to.
Learning that the shark fears the bold.
The sexual tension of female unresponsiveness brings clarity of control.
Freedom from systems, the realm of the ronin who is not his own killer.
Drugs build neurological diversity, pattern forming years spent knowing that which no one else knows in diverse exactness.
The paranoia is a tool to see that it is flawed and that a virtue does not bring fear unto a life.
Love slips, but it was had, the knowledge that the harmony of nature is wise remains.
Self-destruction negates itself, as you succeed in ending yourself or are brought to karmic clarity of duality.
Psychosis? There is a journey which I have no million hours to explain. The evolution is real, it is just beyond the scope of the fall to grasp its real and present truth.

MK is as prone to balance as mastery.

I bend not to the hatred of my existence, now free.