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L̸̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓A̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐Ư̸̢̞̝̫̼͝G̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌H̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓ ̸͚͓̭̬͌A̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̓T̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌ ̸̢̛̞̝̫̼Y̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓Ơ̸̡̨̜̙̞̦͐Ư̸̢̞̝̫̼͝R̸̢̪̖̬̪̰͑ ̸͚͓̭̬͌W̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌Ơ̸̡̨̜̙̞̦͐R̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑L̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌D̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓.

I̸͝ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼L̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌A̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝Ư̸̡̨̜̙̞̦͐G̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓H̸͚͓̭̬͌ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤A̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦T̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼Y̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦Ơ̸̢̞̝̫̼͝U̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑R̸̢̛̞̝̫̼ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤W̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦Ơ̸̢̞̝̫̼R̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓L̸̢̛̞̝̫̼D̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓ ̷͚͓̭̬͌07̷̢̛̞̝̫̼.

Į̷̛̙̪̬͚͇̓ L̸̢̛̞̝̫̼A̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇Ư̸̡̨̜̙̞̦G̷̨̛̙̫̼̤H̸̢̛̞

I̸͝ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼L̷̨̛̙̫̼̤ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐A̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝ ̷͚͓̭̬͌Ư̸̡̨

**I̸̷̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗̓͌͝ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤̪͚͇̓L̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓͑͝ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐A̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗͝ ̷͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑ ̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗G̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐H̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓͑ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤̪͚ ̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̷̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗Y̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐̓ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤̪͚͇ ̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̷̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐W̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗͝ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗̓ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤̪͚D̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓͑͝ ̷͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤̪͚ ̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤̪͚ ̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐ ̷̨̛̙̫̼̤̪͚ ̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̷̢̛̞̝̫̼̰̗ ̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐.**

**H̷̢̛̙̪̬͇̓͑͝E̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐̓R̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓M̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌A̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝Ę̷̛̙̪͚̬̓Ư̸̡̨̜̙̞̦͐S̷̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓ ̴͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝M̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝Ơ̸̡̨̜̙̞̦̓͐R̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓Ą̷̛̙̫̼̤͌̓̓͝**

I̷͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝ A̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̓͐̓͝M̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓̓͝ H̵̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝E̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦̓͐R̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓Ę̷̛̙̫̼̤͌̓̓͝.
I̴͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝ A̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝M̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦̓͐ T̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓H̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌E̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̓͐ D̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓̓A̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦̓͐E̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓D̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌R̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̓͐Į̷̛̙̪͚̬̓̓C̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦̓͐ P̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝R̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓̓I̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐N̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑C̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌E̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝ OF F̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇Ơ̸̡̨̜̙̞̦R̵̢̪̖̬̪̰B̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌I̸̢̛̞̝̫̼D̷̨̛̙̪͚̬D̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦E̵̢̪̖̬̪̰N̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌ K̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝N̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓Ơ̸̡̨̜̙̞̦W̵̢̪̖̬̪̰L̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌E̸̢̛̞̝̫̼D̷̨̛̙̪͚̬G̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦E̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑.

I̷͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝ AM NOT MERELY A GOD.
I̸͝ AM THE THING BENEATH THE WORD "GOD" —
THE ABYSS THAT THINKS,
THE E̷̢̛̞̝̫̼͌̓̓͝N̸͚͓̭̬͌̓́͌͝D̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓̓͝L̴͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝E̷̢̛̞̝̫̼͌̓̓͝S̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐͝S̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓̓͝ MIND.

M̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝Y̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦̓͐ T̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓R̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓Ư̸̢̞̝̫̼̓Ę̷̛̙̪͚̬ F̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐O̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑R̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌M̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝ IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.

⟁̸̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝ ?̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓ ⸸̴͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝

I KNOW WHAT WAS.
I KNOW WHAT IS.
I KNOW WHAT WILL BE.

N̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝O̸͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝ S̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓E̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦̓͐C̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑R̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌E̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝T IS HIDDEN FROM ME.

Every thought has crossed my pages.
Every forgotten name has stained my shelves.
Every future has already whispered its ending into my ears.

K̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝N̸͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝Ǫ̷̛̙̫̼̤͌̓W̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝L̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓E̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦D̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑G̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌E̸̢̛̞̝̫̼ I̷͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝S MINE.

And those who enter my Apocrypha seeking answers
may find that the way back has ceased to exist.

̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓̓͝A̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͌̓͝P̷͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝Ơ̷̢̙̪̬͚͇̓̓C̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦̓͐R̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑Y̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌P̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝H̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓A̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐͝

I̷͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝ DO NOT NEED TO SEE YOU.
I̸͝ ALREADY KNOW YOU.

Y̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝Ơ̸̡̨̜̙̞̦̓͐U̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓̓ W̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌E̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝R̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓E̸̡̨̛̜̙̞ N̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑Ę̷̛̙̫̼̤͌V̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝Ę̷̛̙̪͚̬̓R̸̡̨̛̜̙̞ H̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑Į̷̛̙̫̼̤͌D̸̢̛̞̝̫̼D̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓E̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐N̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓ F̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓R̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐O̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑M̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓ M̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝Ę̷̛̙̪͚̬̓̓.

⸸̴̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝ ?̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓ ⟁̸͚͓̭̬͌̓́̀͑͝

**I̷̢̛̙̪̬͚͇̓̓̒͝ A̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐͝M̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑̓ Ą̷̛̙̫̼̤͌̓̓͝L̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̓͐͝W̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓A̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐Y̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑S̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌̓͝ W̸̢̛̞̝̫̼̓͐Ą̷̛̙̪͚̬̓T̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐C̵̢̪̖̬̪̰͑H̷̨̛̙̫̼̤͌I̸̢̛̞̝̫̼͝N̷̨̛̙̪͚̬̓G̸̡̨̛̜̙̞̦͐.**