Uni Chronicler

UTG53

[utg53]

In the soul of the rock, beyond the shield of protection.

You could find the DYNOT ; A healing or a weapon.

A treasure for the treasures, a gem for all creations.

Use it for your will but mind your choices.

Actions do have penalties and your voice could one day be voiceless.

[utg53]

Well what do you do?

/ well I create I suppose, I make, I build, I grow, to unfold.

I write and I riddle. Meddle and dabble.

I laugh as I try to find love in the shadows.

I am not addicted, I say passion.

I am persistent, consistent, if they listen or don't listen.

I see the snakes, I hear them hissing.

I don't fear them it's not fitting.

I am on a mission as I am existing.

I go on, they belittling.

I walk on as feet are bleeding.

I walk on I don't need a thing see?

I sight see the things, that's bliss my friends.

I have so much to say, so much in creation, so I tell you I just can't be involved in the world, it is basic.

I'll have my days off let's face it...

I just won't be long, as then working so long until long I'd be breaking.

I am the last in a line of creation.

The last of the line that might save them.

All the minds they are taking and then slaving.

I am saying that I am making a place for you, a home. Just wait just because I swear I'll take you there!

Some time, just a little time and all is RARE!

[utg53]

It is not that chosen and attacked.

How this was the thought that was in role of action.

It was that notion that held him as slave.

In chain in mind so in fact in chains.

Bound by self as the protectors sit in shame.

Unable to explain, unable to make way, unable to able all because the boy was lost in waves.

The frequency that he creates... Manifesting the physical the hates.

All has shifted, sudden change, a crack in his reality.

He put the axe into the mirror.

He poisoned the clone.

He burned all of the bridges.

Now that boy he stands alone.

Untouched, unseen, unknown.

How this treasure will only grow.

[utg53]

Thinking much or not at all.

I have noticed much yet, nothing at all.

I have witnessed much but how all is small.

Compared to compares, I'd say I am not even seen.

Not heard, just unnoticed.

Like a ghost that holds you.

This comfort is from where?

I said the ghost just holds you.

At least I have the air.

I can breathe so all is fair, but I would like to explain the brain status...

Not deranged or insane but I'll confess to being dramatic.

Most pain I am said to be past, I tell you I am not really past it.

Even if it is passed like time is passing...

Something is tied to broken chains.. you see?

I now, do see.