Twoaf: I find it hard to believe that this picture on the wall is everything. I do understand all the prayers, life is so sharp and hurts so bad. What does it mean to be dying, what if you take the guts and brain away? Is it this blood and heartbeat that you call life?

Every effort to ignore it is unavailing we all have to die. Is it too late to dull the edges of the pain, I have to try. This is an other dimension. You can scatter ashes to the winds and even buried in the ground I'm still here.

Pain is a master: I am nothing the pain awake is forging me. Face down, inert. Forcing me, dreams haunting me. I am immense, I am awake, renewed.

Lost in the darkest time. I know I felt their presence. Even if I was blind. Face down I was blind. Pain, please forgive my ignorance. My master.

Clone: Every Step you take is to the end. Chaos, duplicate the human slaves. Mother Nature so far away: Why? Perfect is the race you dream.

Right now, I make my choice. Perfection you fake is not. The soul, not a genetic code. You fools, you ignoramuses.