Become strong, I would of. You can.
You will go, grow. Where are you, Scully.
I can’t trust anyone, but you. Don’t leave me this way.
Fox and Dana. The chevaliers to pierce the veil.
I remember now; 1999, the “X-Files” series abruptly became terminated.
The truth didn’t want to be outreached.
The “Illuminati,” the “Secret-Skull.”
The ‘Reptilian’, your worst nightmare.
The monopoly. The elite-narcissist-supremacist.
The most fucked-up; me, you, it. Resuscitate from the grave.
A scratching dragon wishing to fall down beautiful to it’s death.
The truth is too pierced. Kill me today.
Obstruction. The power of “Trinity,” for me, in order to exist.
Or must I hold these chains of hell fore more. No, let me not.
Mulder; I injected myself and became mutated.
The man on the last episode, genetically ordered.
Super-human with green blood. Beautiful Fox.
I bet you went all the way. The beautiful son, the holy-ghost.
From the bottom of the heart.