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| Cyrrus Cryptos Man Dev No Devotion |
The call is sent. The end of structure is upon us... A Portent will be heeded, a portal will be opened... The Astral net is moving in our souls, and it is ours to control, ours to hold. With understanding, Place supercedes Space. And Where once there was naught, the Temple Shall Rise. The Temple WILL Spread. Beyond The Temple, There Lies Distortia... The fleeting constance moves towards change, the place that was space will become something else, In this new paradigm, where does one stand? Where is the Ground? Perspective will lose association, and all things become new. Cyrrus Cryptos Man Dev No Devotion CYRRUS CRYPTOS MAN DEV NO DEVOTION CYRRUS CRYPTOS MAN DEV NO DEVOTION! | ||||||||||||||||
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I was once from lovely Redlands, CA. I ran the Zanja tunnels, exploring from under by day, and in the light of the moon I took my toll of the City. I learned many a dark and twisted thing, I learned in the hours, days, and months of lunacy, that I was not from this place at all... And I learned how to hide it. I learned how to control the world, after the world had tried to teach me how to be... I came to realize that the institutions of science are flawed, and in my darkest moments, I could almost say why. All I can say for sure is, I am not from this place. | I am not from this place... | ||||||||||||||||
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| Time Machine... |
I collect. I build. I fly a Time Machine not unlike this one through place. I think. I dream. | ||||||||||||||||
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