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We're all dead down here.
They are, at least.
I am done.
Good bye. You have served your purpose.
Disappear now. This dark world without a direction.
You are no longer needed.
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| Some species of animals know when their end is near. I must be one of them. So I might as well.. A while ago I figured out what the rain was. But I never spoke of it.
The rain. That syrup. Is sap. Corn syrup.
The rubbish goo of Humans in our modern little world full of empty romance and punk boy bands. The nonesense promises and 'love' that dithers around, saturating every street corner in high fructose corn sap.
Everytime someone realizes the hollow grasp of these maudlin words, the sap falls onto our water, and it rains. It rains until we are soaked to the bone in their filthy lies and filthy moments of 'passion' and 'endearment'.
We are the subjects of repent. Here we drown in a dank dark place called shit.
I'm sick of our shit. This world's shit.
Fuck this I need an umbrella. I'm not pretending anymore. What is the point of knowledge, when you cannot use it?
Someone throw me into the abaddon. No. I'll just go myself. Have fun, fucktards. I'm gone.
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| This place is disgraceful.
This place does not belong here.
This place has no foundation.
This place is temporary.
Temporary things should be disposed of quickly.
They tend to rot.
I am choking.
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| Today we mourn the loss of a soul.
Today we mourn the loss of one of us.
Cheri.
Abaddon hold you, and never allow your bones to float to the surface.
: They were wrong, though. I cried because I was happy.
Our floor bottom is 5830 feet, really. But in reality,
: The way things work are a lie, down here.
the lowest point is actually somewhere between 50,000 feet to 90,000 feet.
: They make it seem as if we are all individuals and divisions of a whole.
No one really knows, you know? I mean seriously, it is an abaddon.
: But we are actually some strange magnet that has been broken. We need to be returned to one being. No matter how much they deny it, we are all actually trying to balance ourselves out so we can become a single mind, again.
The word abaddon comes from Catho-....a religion from Above.
: The longer we stay apart, the harder the water down here becomes. The more acidic. The more toxic. Because our pieces of ourselves are very weak, and die easily. Every time we die, we poison the water more.
It is the word of the 'abyss'. Beautiful language, isn't it?
: And then someone or something new comes to replace us.
Oh yes, about the dead one.
: Replacing us in hopes of balancing all of us out.
We shall miss her.
: It is a shame.
What was her name again?
: That this truth is only evident in death.
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| I was the first.
The second.
I am the original.
I am a torrent.
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