Dawn awaited for his arrival, not a crisp of light.
Withering to forsake the womb, generated into scum.
The man is non-existent.
The creature of a seed, the creator of the soul.
Years of inconclusive enchantment.
Chastised for senility.
Too callow to moderate, fabricated cells.
The brilliance of impossibilities.
A prime mind.
Death to its predecessors, the originators, those martyrs.
Constantly plotting survival.
Humanoid without vitality.
Agony through solar days, with the why's, the almighty why.
The wrath of nights with the why's.
The almighty why.
Savage sensibility, Passion for repercussion.
The specie is a human. The human is a man. The man is mortal.
A life span of why's, the almighty why.
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