Sometimes.... when we cannot find or see our own purpose... we wallow in someone else's madness that has bled out into genius.
This is the food of gods. The kindred spell of insanity. A reason that takes away the reason for having no reason to live... A drug for the immortally insane.
Mind-Racers... The sickness of vampires. Feeding our meaningless hearts with the blood of another's found light until we are once again drunk enough to see... A purpose. A reason to go on.
To bleed out genius that another may wallow crassly into a painless stupor, and forget the flickering shadows that keeps them paralyzed and pointless.
And thus the kingdom of god feeds its own and grows unwittingly - leaving unappreciated crumbs for greedy dogs.
This is the food of gods. The kindred spell of insanity. A reason that takes away the reason for having no reason to live... A drug for the immortally insane.
Mind-Racers... The sickness of vampires. Feeding our meaningless hearts with the blood of another's found light until we are once again drunk enough to see... A purpose. A reason to go on.
To bleed out genius that another may wallow crassly into a painless stupor, and forget the flickering shadows that keeps them paralyzed and pointless.
And thus the kingdom of god feeds its own and grows unwittingly - leaving unappreciated crumbs for greedy dogs.
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