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like a laugh to the slaughter with fingers rudely pointed at a death and those gods in the skies disguised as affirmative authorities based in necrotic beliefs cool only to the ghouls crawling the crypts as vessels for our souls wandering naked and dirty soiled beyond a belief in a rotted god who hiding behind masks of faith alienates itself without reprieve condensing decades into seconds exploring density as destined beings Here figured superior to all the rest in these creatures made “fun” of without hesitation’s creation setting justice against us as clowns might thrust their weight around in orbit to the dark gravity just for laughs, clowns of death yes to say we are ironically poetic in midlife crisis dancing macabre where we have wishes instead of going into growing arrested development taking a precedence over our priorities to prioritize and organize the life we want to truly have lived whether we deserve this or not trapped in rotting carcasses melting down like candles that burn killing us backwards frayed at the edges and willing to die for the cause like all that of resting laurels spread as ashes in the quaking millennia leaving traces like scars across our awe-struck faces presenting us the gifted shining feces linked to then wretched doorsteps as blotted myopic perception of the expressions we use today like restless relentless craving hordes bored with our own innovations to be overtly the typical skeptical person stuck in the prisoners’ dilemma whose darker side perceives as others being self-motivated by interest in adaptability though in responsibility not quite yet friends, and caught incredulous to the facts of facets in this golden gem cast as a stone into a pond exceptionally treated worst as the ripples wave and undulate chaotically through souls enchanted by harsh instinct to the pseudo-intellect espoused by charlatan sophist crews trying to break humanity from within these clutches creepy cradling the creative agency that poops us out on this hostile earth secret cohesive side effect of locked sights set to kill without the license to do so again wishing to the point of frustration striking the unknown in a frenzy of fickle emotional betrayal insane by a perceived lack of respect from anyone else who might but couldn’t care less… or listen well to instructions to the best of their ability responding as spite when resentful of those fuckers delighted in putting you in your place when they want to out of a despise for your hopeless faith in humanity can this world really be called “just” as in any true justice under a general opinion or public law formulated regulation simply avoided by dismissive agencies that shelters a suspect as if they were that prisoner caught snared by these restless silences siphoning the jolts of kinetic effects we ascribe to “jest” doing anything, can this activity be worth the energy put to it to carry the burdens a little further down paths left unspoken for the most part as exclusive intrusions upon this fastidious facetiousness we stamp absolute imprinted through lifetimes of genes and soothing cowardly words to coo subhuman spew into the ears of any of a number of walking talking creatures brainwashed to listen with active attention on life love and happiness taken to token extreme ends of passionate debt and destruction as hearts and minds get cramped inside of shabby persona as the least kindly boring animal of the zoo, and the other beasts tend to see the disease in its eyes right away without knowing it when the sheltered pseudo-tribal units shatter proving dysfunctions causing distrust and serial silence that changes situations into frozen moments smashed by sounds of screaming and panicked contradicting points of conversation as if one person only tries purely converting people into an owned unquestionable conclusion taking shape over the substances shown agape for the purpose of lessons through wounds hidden…

Thanks, khet.