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a Martyr’s Ardor for Saints

sacrifice this dire mind whose wheels have rusted the gut into infrequent bouts of digestion as the devouring surge takes over the hold one has called ‘control’ as device to affect the soul and its driving engine inside this machine trying to understand the degrading of the dream into this nonsense of reality as material destination Here amidst the flocking horde, a worshipful diatribe against we are found within like an egg to be hatched free to release the creature that later dies as random effect of time and space as detail to another puzzling picture put together wrong through the eyes of a preacher taking steps as the many others before him have to cater their interpretation of the biblical proportions to suit what their deluded ideas of a greater good is whether a heart is in the right place makes no difference, and as easy as it is to ‘say’ there should never be inconsistency in the translation from message to action as the confusion created leads to further randomization of acts thus creating a virtual chaos realm that we make the mistake by referring to this place as a separate but single entity whether god or reality in general works for this particular analogy… we are the body of the chosen as one gigantic massive of mightily swaying representatives that recalls for me a visual drawn from a story by Clive Barker in which the citizens of two opposing cities join themselves together to become giants each standing for their respective cities in an ancient struggle, but my point is that we are these cities with the exception that we are giant nations of people woven together in each other’s lives as much a cosmic fabric of individuals viewed collectively to which we are harnessing great power in our abilities to work as a team instead of divided by these titles so petty in their classification of the world’s population into tiny sections vying for some place to take a stand as the claustrophobic hive turns toxic at the worst times, and then we are deceived by rulers that stand for nothing but themselves even as they sell us all on to some grand scheme of turning the economy around thanks to their advisers who all have shares in some company or another related to the function of business as relates to a game that squanders actual resource for all its worth and then some as the waste gets reused as well to the chagrin of those who figure out the secret sometimes after following faithfully the lines and the lies set down before the earnest worker trying to survive to die comfortably for nothing much…

Thanks, khet.