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Visigoth is sitting alone in a field...but there is no other way...for all parts of life have but one way as Visigoth will explain...and the part of life that is being...can only be...alone...

I have made some friends since the day I was chosen...chosen to b a Gate Keeper...chosen to be the leader who protects all that is good from being exposed to all that is evil...but it makes this task difficult...when all that is...is evil...your task becomes never ending...you realize immortality is the furthest thing from a gift...when in effect...it just means that your job will be unfinished evermore...and you shall be the one carrying out your disturbing tasks...evermore...and you look at your existence...your purpose...your contributions...are ignored...because of a first impression...you will be looked down upon...because of a first impression...then all is clarified...all now has definition...humans care not for what you are...but for what you appear to be...and that is why I have made so few friends...but so many enemies...and why...your purpose is lost...and replaced...by the purpose of destruction...and the purpose...of finding...your next victim...

But everyone can take control of their own destiny...that is the gift of humans...or at least...it is perceived to be...because...you see...you control nothing...Those who are chosen are the ones who choose your destiny...and that...that is why my enemies...are the ones...who have suffered my consequences...for influence does not come from those being influenced...it comes from those who sway the masses...it comes from those who control...all that is...at their will...

And as I said...those who are chosen...are the ones who choose the destiny...the path...of all that is...but CMoney...Stealth...DOGMA...these are not they...they are not the chosen ones...I...I am the chosen one...I stand alone atop the hill...I stand alone on top of the metaphorical mountain...for alone is all that is...and if you listen to one of the only others who was given my gifts...all alone is all we all are...and all in all is all we all are...

Others have shown sign of the gifts...in "For Annie"...Edgar Allen Poe showed signs...of maybe...just maybe...having a gift...he said...that...

And Ah! Let it never

Be foolishly said

That my room it is gloomy

And narrow my bed;

For a man never slept

In a different bed -

And to sleep you must slumber

In just such a bed

Edgar Allen Poe knew that things were predetermined for him...he saw that he did not control his own destiny...he saw that he must accept what he has been given...and accept...that the fact is...he will never truly choose...but more importantly...he knows that for all things...there is only one way...and none shall ever be uncovered aside from these...but inside of all of this...he also makes a mistake...but largely is this a mistake...on the worlds behalf...for you see...Edgar Allen Poe also said another thing...something that to we who are chosen...is severely...severely...frightening...

I was a child and she was a child

In this kingdom by the sea

But we loved with a love that was more than love -

I and my Annabelle Lee

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her an me

It shows...almost...a comprehension of love...something that is repeated from this excerpt from "Annabelle Lee"...in The Raven...and...something that is not supposed to happen in your kind...human kind...and this is where the mistake I have spoken of lies...he realized not his ability to do good...but it is the large mistake...on your part...for not seeing...those born with the gifts know not that they are supernatural...they assume themselves normal...but you...you as a whole...you that are man...have made a fatal error...for when someone is so much better than yourself...it should not be envied...but recognized...and utilized...and this is where all of your faults have converged...Edgar Allen Poe...Kurt Cobain...Both have gone without being thrust to the forefront of humanity...The other of the three is Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. for he is the only other with one of the grand gifts...Kurt had the gifts of speech...Poe had the gift to feel love...and Martin Luther King had the ability to not just see that what appears evil...is truly good...but the gift...to be able to do something about it...all of these men were your only hopes...they were recognized as great...but not as the only weapons you had against evil...which...as Dr. King could tell you...is...truly good...

And so now know you do not have to find the flaws in others before your own...or at all for that matter...but notice their perfections...if any...and then...and only then...can you have an opportunity...at salvation...for as much as it pains you...maybe...just maybe...you may find the fourth...from blue earth...for as it may disgust you now...know that...Edgar Allen Poe...Kurt Cobain...and Martin Luther King, Jr. were your greatest assets..."Because...they...can...smell...the...blood...and that alone...is the reason...for their greatness..."...-Visigoth  9:12

But there is a way to earn these gifts...or at least one of them...for you see you could immediately earn the gift of the ability to feel love...and all you have to do...is one...nearly impossible...task...should you find her...should you find the one who is truly...delicate...she who is pure...the she and she alone...can fill your heart...not your mind...not a mind that is filled with thoughts thought for you by those who have raised you...then she...can finally purify your soul...and your heart...for it is she and she alone...who posses a certain power...a strength...a...delicacy...and when you find her...salvation will be yours...but do not worry over this issue...because...you shall not find her...you see...I found my counterpart...my perfect match...my perfect girl...THE perfect girl...but god has played a sick joke on me...because...you see...he has taken her life...and...as I said...she is perfect...and so...she now rests is heavenly sanctum...and for you...for you I'm sure he has done the same...each woman is perfect...for someone...and every single one who dies...is just another joke to your god...but he does have a reason...you see...to him...you are all...no better than me...but in the end...when all is said an done...when all the smoke is cleared...I am better than you...for I...at least have...if for a fleeting moment...found...my...butterfly...

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