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i am just a scapegoat, and i look forwrd to my demise. maybe i'm the cause, the peril of just ramafications, the leason unlearned. just one amongst the lot. and until the end. one is god, and so i am.i let go though they're some strong words. smoldering beneath a certain confidentiality, longing for the turn to take the worst. slowly sifting through a subtle phase, i'll lean into the sky. binge and bask in misconception for all above or what's within. this is the hour to knod and render sanction to your successor.redundant, repeating,