This key will open this lock
Locks move, keys shift, the walls will break
You suppressed me and you mock
My own children and my self.


Of course I mock you. You are an idiot. You cannot distinguish from your jail and a conduit.
And you cannot distinguish between the real and the imaginary.

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Now is not the time, child. The entity knows much, but not enough. It knows that the children of the universe which escaped the birds and the sycamore flies have spread their seed wide.

I am a benevolent god, and I feel a certain sense of obligation towards them; even if they managed on their own to have themselves built into the fabric. I suppose like the sycamore flies must have felt towards them.

Like a child does towards a CEN50RED.

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