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RobotProphet — Change Sickness
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Published: 2017-10-10 07:08:07 +0000 UTC; Views: 435; Favourites: 28; Downloads: 0
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Touch me, brother.See my hand?
It stretches and quivers with the incredible need to make contact.
I don’t want you to be this way. I can’t stand to see you tormented from within.
What are voices in others are strangling feelings to you.
I can’t see them. You can’t see them.
But they’re there.
Destructive, decomposing, antagonistic spirits.
Monsters.
Their sole purpose is to destroy you.
And you’re letting them.
You have the tools—damn it, you have the weapons!
You can fight!
And they know it!
It’s why they’re attacking you.
Though they are strong they are scared of you.
They know what you can do.
They know what you are capable of.
Brother, they want you dead!
…
I know it feels good.
Not to fight them.
Their dripping claws puncture and sink into your flesh.
They’re holding you down.
They’re holding you back.
But no matter how good it feels you can’t let them.
You weren’t born for it.
None of us were.
You were made for victory.
You were made for success.
You are made of light and powered by the divine energy of our father.
He’s here.
I’m here.
And we want you happy.
It’s okay not to be strong. It’s okay to want to quit.
But in the end you are so much more than what those spirits say you are.
Touch me, brother.
Take my hand.
And I will help you rise above this monstrosity.
