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Whirlwind
When I look through my window, I see black outside. It is morning. When I am about to
drop asleep, I see it white. It is night. Where there is life I see death. People dying slowly from
the second they are given life. And in death I see life; the time given before them before they
have experienced the holiest of all scythes, Death.
My world is downside up, with the swirling of memories, growing within my vast
expanse of nothingness within me. White feelings are blacker than charcoal, and the darkness of
black has never felt or looked more like snow.
The whirlwind approaches; The Great “Rewritement” of history. I heard he was
certifiably insane, yet still a genius in his own right. I heard he believes that he knows where
society is going, and he doesn’t think it’s a very good path.
I heard it’s me.
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