

The Red ThreadThe Red ThreadThe Red Thread
There's a subtle glimpse of what's to come, A scene of the future laid down before me, which calls to me unwaveringly, it shouts out in a deep-throat whisper, it speaks of machiavellian tendencies,of sadistic
sympathies,
It's a red-threaded cotton strand that wraps up around my lungs, they cannot breathe, they cannot scream. It is too hard on my soul, the strand squeezes
against my skin, it burns through all my layers, it shatters my bones, it shrivels my muscles. It's taking over.it's leaving it's mark. my soul cannot take it no more?  
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