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Awakening to strange surroundings; the comforting hold of a panic laced with fear... |
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This is the only sensation familiar within. |
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Memories are vague... |
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Wearing an unknown skin |
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Struggling to fight the forced amnesia, your subconscious mind... |
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Crudely transplanted |
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Alone in this luminous chamber... |
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Confused, you regain your sentient abilities, |
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Only to recollect unbelievable events that could only be vivid dreams of the most disturbing kind, |
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Yet soon you will learn... |
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Dreams they are not! |
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These will be your 'tasks' for this day: |
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You are but an unwilling weapon... |
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Simply a tool in a conflict you could not comprehend. |
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A mufti-dimensional struggle, to keep 'intelligent' life subdued |
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Creating an unnatural, yet necessary universal balance. |
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A battle almost fast. |
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Within the dimensional cluster this rising advancement causes troubles beyond comprehension. |
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An increased "intelligence". |
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Begets a plague of stupidity... |
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Known in many different forms. |
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In a multitude of archaic writings. |
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Some fear his coming, others rejoice and hope. |
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A familiar face with many names, in countless obscure worlds. |
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Your cruel get imperative role played out. |
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Arrival... |
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New skin masking an old mind |
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On a planet you shall only visit once, |
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Your job is done obliviously... |
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You have no control; the outcome is predetermined. |
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Your pure presence: all that's required. |
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Harmful advancements wiped away, unsustainable populous culled. |
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Only the weak of mind remain... |
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Returning, purged of your skin. |
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The overseers prepare your mind and new body, for a new day of universal maintenance... |
