Chapter NaN: Chapter 1
In the pitch-black of the night,
I caress her soft white skin,
In the beach of sea,
Water’s halo shines like silver in the dim cresent moons light,
Which enhance her slender hips,
I sway before this unrealistic sight,
And I press my fingers against her throat.
Her red hair curled against the ground,
Red entry-plug suit,
That outline her body,
Nearly as red as the sea below her feet.
I feel her pulsing heart from her veins,
And my grip tightens,
Last members of Lilith’s offsprings,
At the edge of the Dead Sea .
Thousands upon thousands of lifes lost,
As IT begun,
All mind’s combined,
Free from pain,
From misery,
And merged as LCL,
Just a big sea of everyones souls,
The death,
Which isn’t death,
Human Instrumentality Project.
Tears of grief flow to her cleavage,
As the fingers tighten their grip,
A slender young maiden,
Soon facing the true death.
I feel her hand at my check,
My eyes stay closed,
“Disgusting”,
And my grip releases.
On the shores of human lifes,
Adam and Eva have born again…
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