Dec. 4: Happy birthday, Electric Angel

 At this stage, I'm the only one left.

If I ever finish your story, it will be for me and me alone.

Maybe God. I don't know. I hope He likes it.

Yes, your story is dark, but so is my soul.

-

I have procured something.

A weapon.

Something that will help.

Still, I no longer speak of you.

The time for dreams has long passed.

I will not be an old man when you are finally liberated.

- 

How many times have you saved me from death?

Or from a life of mediocrity?

And which is worse?

- 

When my lights are on, 

you are in the presence of genius.

 


 Believe.

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