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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iamidiamchild
funnyfunnyjoke
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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I am
I am
I am
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