Divine injustice, your god is a crutch, yet you call him a compass. Fools. His words are your words, plans, desires. Speaking for others, prophecy. Contributing slowly to the mind of the hive. Your fear of the lonely is keeping him alive.
Divine injustice, your god is a crutch, yet you call him a compass. Fools. His words are your words, plans, desires. Speaking for others, prophecy. Contributing slowly to the mind of the hive. Your fear of the lonely is keeping him alive.
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