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callous, the wonder in mankind…

a magnet under the chess bored is moving pieces to and fro while as knights are confused to crooked extremes fighting for worthless visions dissecting humanity from aspects humane to be sure games of this kind are not repeated as necessary definition of the ages that in these jurisfictions of Mankind has indeed held sway over the whole tin-can humanity with an iron fist trying to command a power on the outside while retaining of the power inside of various social circles with something on par with those spikes of the iron maiden that surround and enclose their victims now turned villains in whose ideals became harsh and twisted undergoing these nasty changes thoroughly warping the currents of society as they wash our minds ashore Here, ignored by the majority of the pawns and clones kept droning on about nothing of any real interest found trivial in the despotism convivial endorsing this old favoritism with some merchandise and subtle advertisements acting as propaganda in whose nazi symptoms of giving in to old marching orders in stomping out any bright sights they seize to smash them into darkness and then choices undermining ideals to disease the living substance as it tries to resist this decision, but seen as vivid soldiers to some as this shaping in reason as much seasoning the embellishments of a proposed future plan soon demand of the elite upper echelons in power teasing the majority with vibes of a credibility up-keeping their vilest brands as influences interwoven with the changing of the guards and their needs processing reality in large increments as hands on a doomsday clock moving swift to catch-up with any perilous gimmicks used to find good favor or blinded outright… the bitterness wears like a blasted wind eroding the simple eye that saw so much growing up with birthrights attached from the start where we come from the sheltered and privileged background kept in check by our parents or authority commanding us to make our lives worthwhile seeking peaceful repose like no other known as every other story barely seems to make a sense out in our own universe as tainted tragedies with various barbs poisoned by ambiguous negativity sorting out through our vibrancy that tricks the fallible senses into believing the unbearable, the intelligent indifference as utter breaking down humane sounds communing from these harmonies charming the few of us picking up on signals though wisely cautious of the possibility of danger nearby to these milquetoast steps trying to avoid confrontation by any means necessary in every situation as a general law creeps closer to the oblivious edges that trim our fringe infestation of this conscious amoeba culled from civilized searches scarred by the fangs of bliss residing defensive in the heart of the beast whose hatred for civilized legions has simple sabotaging attached to displace platitudes of the true criminal elite who rise to the top claiming fantastic reasons for their spots, but for whom do these bulls toil?…

Thanks, khet.