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taking the terrible, making it spiritual…

the inertia has caught us all in a spinning cacophony of revelations used as revolutions revolting to proliferate a scheme to arm our ideals with remedies against ignorance dancing through our collective mindways in stages negating a wholesome ideal held closely to those bleeding hearts who hear crying like a dying candle in a strong wind peeling some kind of feeling from inside vital to halt a determined indifference from happening to bias the edges of perception as doors held ajar, suffering victims traumatized by all the phantasms spasming behind the scenes until such a time as the observer severs those binding of blinders laid over individual ranges of vision to narrow and focus and make inferior the ones who are to never be chosen circulating this currency over and over again to make room for amorphous hordes in faceless and nameless questing for a host to cling to that will make the difference in surviving the trip through this rough terrain, but inspiration could be the only thing to guide humanity away from the hell void imagined as the nonexistence terrorizes domesticated masses ready to move this way or that as depending upon the terms of others who define ourselves a property without knowing sometimes the source to which our standard has been raised to empirical levels to dismantle curiosity with efficiency when a false god as authority presents a people with the options to ‘conform or die’ then sentiment that there is no hope will rise dramatically… we all require the ability to adapt to our surroundings in order to strive instead of dying out in minor stints before the extincts kick in triggering our synapses to end in death like a sociological tsunami dragging this old world of certainty into debris and danger as falling objections commence to commiserate with the rest finding that nothing makes sense Here where humanity lives as both a slave and a master tormenting each one of us who resists this ignorant bliss fisting us from the abyss we avoid like the plague as if most of us ever know what that means, most of us cannot afford to try understanding when the weight of others obliges us to move in directions without thinking about them as we are forced to become acclimated to the constraining intentions of this cruel bewilderness showering as gifts upon those needed to repress lessons that the tribe should have learned by Now as a great reward for striving so long through this creeping living grave of the unsaved betraying each one as concerned that climbing out “free” is worth it, but we would have no one else to blame or to shame or to guilt unless we kept choosing this illusion of the enemy whose systems are foreign though not as only sole opposition to our own ideas as much as we might allow ourselves to be convinced of these as old programs still pushing a humanity’s logic and curiosity forward into unknown situations undreamt of except by a few of us that allow dreams…

Thanks, khet.