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Abstract assassin.

there are tainted ways that people suffer others, not just in spilling the lies and rumors forth like gossip in vomit, but where is the reasoning that we can so easily give in to others?… people tell you what you want to hear, and we cannot refuse to listen… we sympathize with others, but in a way that we try to transfer the energy toward the more productive avenues as prescribed by our doctored civilization… once everybody knows the rhetoric, everyone begins to repeat and parrot those lessons that the individual deems worthy, whether this assumption is made on the basis of family or religion varies… the values that become engrained by this odd process of cultural elimination and assimilation is a startling order, attempting to rearrange all the parts per million that there are Here, and to manufacture a perfect circuit of force and form to make the will of gods manifest… no one remains a non-entity for long in this world, the energy is on loan for only a few intervals of time and motion until the organic tissue breaks down into ooze of a primal nature, and further recycles into more potential beginnings… this organism of cruelty, this world and its environment along with the creatures it retains like bacteria, is always trying to digest us whole or erode at our more vital parts because we are the being who take this life for granted… we conform to the rhythm and the rumors that we are the champions of archaic ways bounded in traditions of red tape so thick and nostalgic that there is never going to be any rest for anyone anywhere, no matter if you are one of the goddamned good people, or the wicked finding holes in the loop getting into rules that hold everyone down for a time… like that tactic of stalling instrumental tact that few provide the obstacle for, with walls in the way there is no world to share, and the rich have plundered all our lands for the sake of conquer and demand… the genius skills of the general ills that everyone and their mother has to go through in order to defeat a system set on stunned repeat, while the soldiers drone on to march and pillage the trust, and then to beat on the brats that the trust funds protect… all were liable sacrifices back in the days of olde, but today is a modern age where machines defeat our living brains with a quickness, even the walls of money won’t defend the scoundrels sinister revenge… cold on the hot plate of death, we waste our skills and youth in gay attempts to make right what has been convinced into us is the wrong of the world, but we grimace we don’t cringe as the rictus smile turned grim… this is the world we live within… the doorway of the digital realm lies gaping and wide, but for how long before there happens to be a time warp that sucks us into the cliche of science fictional forays into the mysteries?… can that even be tracked by our literal culture?… tucked below the waist of our pants is the cinch that we use to tighten our plans, giving ourselves all of the keys to mate all the pieces on the board that we wish to take and keep away from the rest of the game, and before it ends with the losing traits we are convinced we have displayed… quickly, we attempt to recycle our stock and trade, the brain barrier fills with blood as the scars fade away as if to say we are met with more than merely a crippling injury… we are left dead and on the life support necessary to allow our ideals to live again, our conscious mind absorbing into the digital miasma inherited this way, and almost without a sign our bodies shuffle into a state of decay… the digested and inert like shit slowly moving through the guts, a system awaiting relief of these things in its way, but we do not die so easily even as the acid melts our brains… what is left is nutrient for this painful risk of birthed human cyst, that again gets sorted by a system that needs all the energy it can convey at once, and we are Here to keep this corrupted thing going into a night of purification where it was day in this reversal of fortunate expulsions from a reality far far away…

Thanks, khet.