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I am mastery,
For I am to master all, and all that will come to be.
One and twenty years ago I met sabotage at my front door. We walked, and came to rest amidst the pillars of my satisfaction.
In one breathe I exclaimed: my friend, behold the pillars from which you transpire.
It is here I met your embrace,
but my road to mastery stopped following my arrival. I grew fond of you my friend.
It is but a curse that soils our union,
for we shall never be one.
Mastery my dear friend I have been here through your days of sorrow.
Perplexed is our union,
but a union none the less.
In our departure my end will be found,
for I cannot exist without another.
A friend is not as a cloud,
forever drifting and parting from the other.
It is as the sea, forever flowing, but always one.
That is so, but it was my drifting, and it was my parting that introduced me to the secret of my soul. In the soul of every man lies that in which he cannot hear.
My third eye has always known of its existence, but it was my inner ear that failed to hear the call.
It is sabotage,
you my friend, that has suppressed my inner sense.
With you I shall never master the inner and outer tides of existence.
You speak of the tides of existence.
Am I not but an instrument in the current of life.
Am I not the tides themselves,
for it is they who knock the sails from the ships of your emotion,
and it is I who placed the stone on the path to your mastery.
A journey is worthful when pure,
it is by your hand the purity has altered.
You speak as if love is your drive,
but in my sabotage, jealousy reigns supreme.
Jealousy is indeed within me, but nature herself placed it there. Is jealousy not sabotage in its slightest of forms?
I cannot say I disagree, but you speak of jealousy as if it dwells on the isles of necessity, and drinks from the waters of reason.
It is you who must face the ultimate actuality.
Sabotage is to exist within itself
In an infinite solitude, as not to destroy the soul of peace.
You say you cannot exist without another,
not realizing that you exist with every other part of your being; with your heart, with your soul, with your mind, and with those who incarnated through you.
You remain discordant with the logic I hold,
As though you wish to blind me, dear friend, you are bold.
I held sympathy close by, as to overstand your plea.
You tell me of the obstacles set before me, something you see as a necessity.
I see now that sabotage is what and who you are. Sabotage.
Your name will manifest within the mind of my mastery, and overt its efforts to a forever fleeting regression of the ether within my soul.
It is indeed our time to part.
My nature is as it is. Steep will be my fall. Blistered will be my soul. For my love for you is the divine untold.
I am sabotage, and my nature causes my own,
but what is stronger than my love for you, is my love for my own nature. I inhale its essence. I am happy to be the slave of my self.
O, how I love the pain.
From now on I hold disdain.
For you have washed me clean as if I was a stain.
