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the Invent of Advent

or look who’s coming to dinner… i mean, come on, where is the logic or reason to a myth like this?… the repetition of cosmic cycles as the obvious forces wither and replenish themselves all throughout the seasonally-accented progression of time, that it carries with it a kind of weight that maintains superstitious beliefs of an irrational majority while also convinced of their god in the sky with the judgmental eye towards earth, but mortification of the flesh and symbols such as these are only Here to represent the potential never-ending which resides in our reality with similar ambiguities that the grand expansion of human community entails with curiosity toward divergent realities universally building up from ones prior to manifesting… a feeling as being infinitely smaller than the constituent parts ever-expanding outward into the vast as if holy is what holy does explains the spiritual fisting of a hosted communion not seen since the ancient Mysteries with a now-exploited connexion to the metaphysical within us all, but depression comes reeling from the glory of a word held in a high esteem without some grounds of spiritual intervention to sully my perspective cluttered with others’ ideals that were never my own discovered as these systems figured in place to test our mettle, even though sincerity and doubts about this consequence of reality needing to receive an anointed one from the so-called heavens is a polarizing debate with which to get one’s integrity involved as if most will deny the uncertainty of a subjective spirituality as opposed to the sets of rules and regulations that seem to preside at the cages of currency and debt built for ourselves as generations moved forward whether truly ready or not… unwittingly aiding whole corruption of vital components with an aching appraisal for the systems as surging and surrounding all of us all the time all within a culture of building digital testaments, trying to supplement some of the negative and devastating aura of a dying blind eye with some ravenous renewed hunger for a youth and sacrificial pulling the willing into the damnation game perceived to be real only as for themselves the price paid for the condemnable actions committed, but these beliefs do not fit the contrary mentalities of this society captivated with their third-rate gods who seem genuine in wishing to believe something outside of the coffin lid… though too soon these are divine abominations trying to inhabit the mind and thusly a way to use us, hideous god-awfuls cosmically-archaic archetypes that slay us if and when we do not choose to obey them, but are we able to stand and deliver if chosen to fight against intimidating solipsistic cowards?…