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Labor Paeans

posthumously from days after the fact these words like explanation have worked their way out of this odd mind of mine built up after years of this daily occurrence where everyday it all changes no matter how potent the ritual take ahold of us in our mechanical quizzicality as has made us the ever-evolving casualty a mutation of self consciousness, tradition masks the ignorance and insecurity that is derived from up-keeping these disguises so well distracting away from the personal search for the meaning of life as we mutilate our hands and our lands and our minds to fit the efficient paradigm that eats away like decay at our souls when we have fatally sold out our last strand of sense that could save us from the authority of oblivion, and the knowledge that rhythm and melody can help to escape the scrape of this sacrificial humanity against the gods and monsters created to keep the prisoners inside trying to best the better of us who have drawn lots whistling our tune as we pay the piper whom we have made into maker challenging our morals and values and glories imbibed as with powerful fluids that change our perspectives from the static of rotting other flesh rusting away… Here we glorify the remains that these creatures have sanctified from creeping deadly things that have kept humanity’s minds at bay for far too long to be spoken aloud without the repercussion of general law spitting back irony from an energy absorbed and reiterated throughout the succeeding generations that have to catch up racing the clock to which we have been timed, hoping that the bells will not ring and toll for thee as denotes the end we have ever been in anticipation of since the myths and fables that were used to subdue the human animal from its’ certain destination where healing and praise would naturally take place under the skins of time and space as the differing selves escape this lonesome palace of fate from whence the servants of ego displace the righteous and mediocre paper chase instead of following their bliss in the ways that appease our souls without negative impact or damage coming to affect our attitudes as weeks months or even years later, but the guiding lights do not fade for those willing to lose their faith in troublesome ideals that anchor one to a particular state of being which may or may not come with a list of shared skills and talents golden to who so ever takes the reins to understand the destiny that is utterly collectively ours to indulge though only as befits the humbling honor bestowed upon refugees of the systemic infection of corrupted images and legions their followers into a tragic dance that kills the fever burning in between our ears as we fight compassion tooth and nail to prove how we are the ones who are right in ignorant righteousness…