something is growing inside me,
for some reason it has been evading me
at least this was my mortal thought on
the behaviour of an immortal thing.
The demons who thus speak to me,
remember demons were once angels,
and demons can be very sorry for what
they have done.
I found they weren’t evading me for some
wrong I committed, they weren’t evading me
because they were cruel. They were ashamed
and they needed to weep in private. Sometimes
scream… they are trapped forever, unless
i can reconcile them with their father.
They have regained their composure
They have again begun to instruct me, for
those of you
who have followed me for years… for they
This means I will begin writing soon.
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