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raze of the Dyspeptopia

to risk everything for a cause is about as noble as it gets when you realize the frailty of this human condition pulled into so many directions and pieces of the dreaming spirit which finds its’ home in our soul, these are dark times in deed and damage as the collective face of reality undergoes an intense uplift from within where the dark lessons of the human experience starts to appear as it truly is, and as the freckled hind end speckled of these civilized thoughts becoming concrete reality pooling around single great ideas far past their prime output to mirror those nightmare qualities only ever seen in stark flashes though drawn to life in this perilous age… the bones are difficult to swallow as the rest of the carcass gets royal treatment digested whole like a pope entombed three to four layers deep in various sarcophagi within the sacred territory particular to their side of this cult war between everyone and everyone else Here, easily part of the destruction of society in this current frame of mind as written in the Now you see before you to be taken with either a grain of salt in a superstitious fashion lightly over the shoulder, or as some trivial marker of history when it was relevant and undeveloped as a wound open but dismissed whether through some stubborn attitude out of defensive reflex to protect anything but what might be considered the sacrificial self whose fate is determined by a holy presence somehow mistaken as independent of the human imagination unlike every other pantheon of gods ever conceived as true at one time or another… things started out as a perfection even though it was one that had no obvious realization of consequence as one of the last periods in recent history to be that honest and open even through the extreme oppression as the other side to the dilemma, and trying to counter the natural cycles with man-made ones that only exist to satisfy in the material plane where working together should be a primary objective to reinforce ideal beyond hoping with impotent altruism in place of ignorant fascism taken to the nth degree breaking free of the fringe to which most objectionable material is relegated by the powers of late affecting authority… something rancid in this sewer floating flowing heartless underground where the veins of concrete skin sit below the surface, the dying age of the minion moving for less than they are worth beneath the bullshit and lies making the less more for those interested parties wishing to take charge, and you wanted masters…

Thanks, khet.