MY WINDOW AT SATURNIAN MIDNIGHT
WHAT YOU THINK OF YOURSELF YOU ARE NOT, NOR DOES THE REFLECTION OF YOU LIES TO YOU. WITH WALLS OF THE THICKEST LIES YOU HAVE COVERED YOURSELF. SO MY QUESTION IS, IS THERE ANY METHOD OR TECHNOLOGIA?
"FOR WHAT?" - THERE IS NO WAY BACK, OBVIOUSLY, BUT THAT'S NOT EVEN THE POINT. YOU ARE A RAPIST AND A JUDGE AT THE SAME TIME, YOU FOUND YOUR REFLECTION IN THE SPRING LAKE UNDER THAT OLD BRIDGE I SAW IN MY PREVIOUS REALITY.
THE UNIVERSE CAN AND WILL COLLAPSE, AND NOT ONLY YOURS, BUT THAT OF ALL PEOPLES, THE COMMON, OBJECTIVE UNIVERSE. "NO SUCH THING" YOU TOLD ME, AND THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE. I'M NOT GOING TO ARGUE WITH YOU, FOOLISH, NAIVE CHILD.
WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT THE DOMAINS DINOYA DESCRIBED TO YOU BEFORE YOU SPOKE TO ME? 'I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT' YOU SAID, AND IT'S PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE. THE SAVAGE FLESH OF YOURS CANNOT ACCEPT THE TRUTH YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN, AND NOW WITHIN YOURSELF YOU ARE CHOKING IT BECAUSE OF MY TONGUE THAT SPEAKS TO YOU.
UNDER SOMEONE ELSE'S FOOT YOU LIE, AND YOUR BONES HAVE BEEN CRUSHED. I PREFER TO SEE YOU AS FRAGILE AND WEAK RATHER THAN AS FULL OF YOURSELF, A CONFIDENT AND STRONG MAN OR WOMAN OR WHATEVER YOU ARE. AVOIDING THAT MEANS SELF-DESTRUCTION. SOMETIMES THERE IS NO WAY TO DO IT. TO COMMIT IT.
THOSE WHO SUFFER ARE ALREADY GONE FOREVER, THEY WON'T BE RESURRECTED AND THEIR SIGNIFICANCE WON'T REAPPEAR IN THE SO-CALLED "COMMON REALITY" AGAIN. NEITHER YOU NOR I KNOW WHAT BOTH OF US ARE TALKING ABOUT. THESE ALL ARGUMENTS ARE NOTHING TO ME WHEN THE KNOWLEDGE I HAVE OF THE NATURE OF THE KNOWLEDGE ITSELF.
SOMETHING IS GOING ON, AND HOW TO DESCRIBE IT I DON'T KNOW. CAN'T EVEN FEEL IT, BUT SOMETHING IS GOING ON. YOU CAN FEEL IT, I AM SURE, AND YOU CAN DESCRIBE IT TO ME, WHAT IT MEANS OR HOW IT FEELS. WHAT IT MEANS YOU TELL ME AND YOU WILL BE SAVED AND BLESSED.
"ON THE OUTSIDE THERE'S NOTHING HAPPENING, OF STAGNATION IT'S A SIGN THAT IS CONFIDENT IN BRAVE AND COURAGEOUS MEN, OF DECLINE AND DECAY SIGN, MY ANSWER YOU CAN FEEL AND YOUR INTEREST I FEEL IN OUR COMMON TOPIC, BUT THERE IS NO WAY FOR ME TO ESCAPE THE PUNISHMENT THAT WILL BEGIN AFTER I TELL YOU WHAT I KNOW". - A NAIVE CHILD YOU ARE, WITHIN THE GROUND THAT IS OUR COMMON, NOTHING CAN PUNISH NEITHER YOU NOR ME.
THE LAW IS DEAD. OF YOUR PREVIOUS DREAMLIKE REALITY I WAS THE RULER, WHICH YOU WANT TO FORGET AND AT THE SAME TIME TO REMEMBER. THERE IS NO TIME OTHER THAN WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU IN THE GREATEST LANGUAGE.
TO ME YOU ARE OWED, A TRAITOR, YOU HAVE BETRAYED ME. ONCE I LOVED, TWICE I HATED, NOW I REJECT EVERYTHING THAT IS ASSOCIATED WITH IT. I CANNOT DENY THAT ONCE I WAS A LOVELY AND BEAUTIFULLY SOULFUL CREATURE, BUT TIMES THOSE ARE GONE LONG AGO AND GONE FOREVER.
NOW YOUR TALES YOU CAN TELL AND I WILL LISTEN TO A WOUNDED SLAVE'S PATHETIC WHISPERINGS. DESPITE ALL THIS, SOMETHING FROM ABOVE IS LAUGHING AT YOU, LAUGHING IN YOUR FACE, AND YOU CANNOT SEE IT.
A COMMON CATASTROPHE, FOR OURSELVES AND FOR THE GROUND ON WHICH WE HAVE DANCED AND CRAWLED. THE CORRUPTION OF THE UNIVERSE. IT IS TOO OLD TO BE ABLE TO REPRODUCE. ITS TASK IT HAS FAILED. AS WELL AS YOU HAVE FAILED YOURS.
SO A JUDGE OR JUDGES THERE MUST BE. "WHAT IS THE LAW OF LAWS?" - THE FLESH THAT STRAIGHT TO MY FEET CRAWLS UNDER MY WINDOW AT SATURNIAN MIDNIGHT IS THE LAW TO BE BROKEN.
BECAUSE OF THE UNIVERSAL DECLINE YOUR SPINE IS BROKEN. ALL SPINES THAT ARE STRAIGHTENING STILL, STRETCHING, MUST BE BROKEN. YOUR PROGRAMS HAVE STOPPED WORKING, THERE IS NO ANSWER AND NO REASON TO BE ALIVE FOR ITS HOST. THE HOST ITSELF IS DEAD.
THOSE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE ARE BEING BURNED ALIVE. THOSE WHO STILL WALK AND TALK BRUTALLY AND ROUGHLY BEFORE THEIR EYES WILL BE USED, WHICH ARE THEIR MIRRORS.
DINOYA 2.15.22 / 15.2.22
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