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What is the state of affairs?

Tumultuously solid as always.

It is merely the mood and by it I am moved.

I am moved entirely by myself as an untethered soul, a whole complete being who has ever felt full.

The purposeful point is the passion of pride, pride in the dignity of my humility.

I am no longer disturbed by the absurd but endeared by her ridiculous ridicule.

What a cleverly cruel tool that paradox mocks my own contradiction.

The treachery of misery has prepared me for anything.

I need not endure anymore suffering.

I embrace the mystery wholeheartedly.

I give her the extent of my heart as art.

Deliver me into the destiny of your own making.

A divine surprise awaits me and then upon the revelatory ceiling will I realize the secret ending you have planned for me.

The ending is deadly, but only to me.

Blood dripping upon an open cavity painting the walls with my depravity.

Such a small chasm pours forth the whole of my humanity.

Left my mortal body has any semblance of divine deity.

Long forgotten is the source of vanity that moved me so deeply.