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…rise of the econoClysm…

…clinical technicians are standing by ready for consuming your suffering Here canonized cannibalism of secular killers losing constraint in succumbing to downward spiraling journeys becoming the monster that needs to be put down made as an example reverberating as contrasting sounds also can create noise dangling flesh shrapnel in our faces when small businesses are run like cults until they get to be too big and must convert to the nationalistic standards in order to remain unsullied flesh for the blood of christ the depths of which bind us without remorse onto our course oblivious as we are blazing trails, off into the ablyss trying hard not to laugh to death while falling knee deep into debt even deeper can’t keep breathing in this thick liquid darkness surrounding through the eyes of the others and their stage of presence Here mocking love by twisting us into law-abiding citizens from the beginning we never remember too fondly once we are able get out and away from it altogether sometimes in cold and clinical ways best to detach from the emotional bondage falling prey to various mentions of this or that system correcting or correctable ask what is correct why should we, failure without the context of death or finality breaking our bitter frailty cannot question the reality at stake always as we play games and recall nothing of what made us special in the first place youth as the commodity the innocence siphoned until it only can be resentment and anger eating away at the psyche on tries to decide for themselves what they truly need to sublimate these apparent conditions overt and covertly seeking solace in our acceptance of the way things are in order to keep perpetuating through ages decapitating our personal abilities to function on into the future… we are the crimes of err passed affecting the present unable to shake the disease that is so inherent with our symptoms as simple human beings finding our world suddenly so complex when it has been Here long before we could readily fathom that in any way that doesn’t require imagination to fuel reasons that we are all still trying to retain a broken series of systems without repairing them convinced our faith will float it along somehow the visions of incisions allowing us to gloss over problems classic classless warfare prevalence feeding further machines whose cold distrust is reflected, Here as much anywhere as holographic dissection between friends and enemies caught perceiving each other in weakness displaced by persona when least thoughtful as the romance continues to fluctuate and die in some regards captivity of complacence and ignorance ensnaring us to stay this way as we always have seemed regardless of the reality to perfection and its corrective behaviors create critics judges and executioners distilled as thought police left wandering without regulation toying mortality out of our hands or minds by substituting with what it is they want you to believe and obey until you decide otherwise for once, collapsing new reasons out of the ether to inspire yourself to move forward though tragedy as poetry would describe to us in varying voices as villages of unheard words build static that can be heard in low frequencies reverberating and connecting to something beyond us yet we still remain part of the debatable fortune of existence believing ourselves taking in more prominent pieces of sanity reinforcing our success but only serves to bind us closer still to wounds so deep no shrapnel can be removed without dislodging somebody of their happiness no matter how temporary they must be shown this…

thanks, khet_:/