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feartland kuntry banned

Here we are in the country of our birth resting on our laurels homegrown to defend our pride from that ragtag outfit of misfits that tries to muscle in on our territory terrorizing the popular opinions dividing in escape toward one glowing goal literally vibrating with a glory holding out on us to earn some respect without exception to prove ourselves worthy of these marks recorded to resonate with the tonal melodies playing in this background barely heard by anyone not trained to listen, forgiven for our rash heat of a resistance breathing the hot stink back onto the people who die trying to do more than merely sedate or reproduce or lose themselves to these perilous cues laid upon the tracks to lure us to a bitter end a couple steps at a time until a train can be accidentally commissioned to hit us upside our heads made up to look in some way similar to the lessons and fables used as moral guidance to disturb the public from ritual of crazed friction caused by the drive to keep working until dead, and the moves to make it this way beg us to question the proof for all of these weird rules to accuse each other of mayhem and reckless danger of which we deliver like a pizza quickly growing soggy and cold when we envision sloppy revenge is that and much more like the beginning of a game whose players and actions are monitored by a standard they think is true when reality is far stranger than a transgressive piece of fiction… we play our songs looking for the piper and dancers to be there even when it is just you and me left to our own devices a queer singalong where everyone applies the same lyrical fancies that seems nasty to an ignorant fool whose taste in everything is limited by his privilege as demon seed sprouting wings and flying to seek rabid form of a fire-breathing devil with which to obtain this vampiric fortitude in order to prey upon victims in need of a simple savior, rock stars with flavor and a power-that-be behind every act staged to exploit the need that actually remains to be acknowledged deep within these people’s hearts and minds who devote their passions to temporary fixes inside this system like the next big thing to be shown off like a diamond ring to the envy of all the other materialistic scum benefiting from these excuses made into campaigns through which we are used as soldiers and sailors and spies to sort through sordid masks that mess with concepts like what it means to be a living being, or to whom we decide to offer a loyal hand in friendship sailing forward on unknown waters without the rhumb of a compass to guide us to intoxicated stakes driven into the heart of this nuanced fear trying to hypnotize us into believing that as a truth we are to bow before this corporate kunt system infested with investment playing us each for fools amidst the multitudinous regulations…

Thanks, khet.