33rd

Like worms on the soil—creeping their way around like mindless beings
daring to go nowhere, misunderstanding the undertakings of normality
in a space of land where people aren't supposed to be. Here I am standing high
above a paradise lost in a land of the unknown; void of feeling, high on a staircase
of endless pains, looking down on a race of hopeless beings.

How sweet to feel power! How amazing is the intense feeling! On the top floor
of this great building, higher and greater —greater than being just me. A dream,
as sweet as the dry raisin of ignorance, fulfilled; I am but a voice
in a spectrum of dots on a spherical mass of weight, rising above the greatness
and depth. Is it only this intense feeling... or is this but a dream? How I wish!

As I peer down the bellows and the creeping of soiled worms,
I held my hand in my chest. I'm on top on top of the world. In a creepy feeling,
I resolve and succumbed to the massive calls of destiny, being here on this state
looking down. Dreams are fulfilled. Destiny revealed. This is who I am, in a space
unknown and bestowed by the Creator for it is I who controls me, never destiny.

Looking down, I see paradise lost; devoid of intense passion, should I jump down
to the numbness from the pain? Craziness shall I do in spreading my hands
like wings ready for the flight. Thou shall not kill, especially thyself who creates
this stupidity. It is he who takes flight, removed from the mere existence of just
being on this plane. It is me. The only me who makes my own ending.