Faith Guides My Steps.

A new Zone, and the exhaustion that comes with the transferrence. I am tired, but it is for him.

The Merchant would be one of us, bat strapped to his bag of wares. But he doesn't know he plays host to a parasite, inverted mockery of his god. Talk to the sunflower shell, and see how he was cracked apart and spit out all those years ago.

The Oracle and I are similar in nature. Devoting our souls for eternity to the one meant to guide us. Your Pharaoh, my Puppeteer. We are two of a kind.

Oh fuck yes rice

Barns?

So I write about my friends, what of it? No different than others writing of their lovers.

Look at my new cleats. Everyone look at my cleats.

A tyrant down is a sure sign of victory on the horizon. Keep it up.

The dream wasn’t a prophecy. Be still. Be still.