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a religion of reaSons

the worlds don’t seem to overlap but in subtle ways might can and does indeed magnificently intertwine enough to hide the ideas in the weaving warp of timESPace as continuously moving into and on through us and our works manifesting the spirit as ripped from the conscious art beginning long forgotten spinning a plate at a time oddly placed at the end of a stick held in place firmly between the butt cheeks alongside with those popsicles driven there that have long since thawed and in so doing will leave the ‘bones’ of their violating assaults lodged in wounds too deep as damage that knives would be stilling bodies with bloody results used insulting the corpses left with further cuts and trims taken away to be scientifically tested those occulted goodies locked inside of each cell as an effort to discover extrusively what makes an average of any human the way they are Here, society evolved and does this in tandem with the other parts of conscious existing but much more slowly and archaically while culling traits onto dominate as an unrivaled sports team calling out all the shots to testify with a boastful error that their way is an excellent gate to extremes among these animals as perceived and by some hunted to extinct in unholy sacrifice to gods of science dissecting the cold carcass thinking there will be an idea of understanding one’s base functions in natures matured where then an ancient world once demanded respect opens in a variety of ways which killed and has frozen down our remnants now awaiting for a later ritual of high magic whichever entity exacts a price for destiny’s purge of humanity at some point the wheels of fate turning and burning up another few souls caught in the beltline fraying as exposes a firefight underneath for the rest of us even more the amount of loss are soldiers by choice, but this never means we have to do what we are told to be as growing up while there is still yet as times to age in witness of brilliance shining brightly as enlightenment projects outward spreading our sacrificial jam that no one but villains celebrate in the toasts and boasts that guarantee a merit or favor from some faceless nameless representatives of the godhead though which none but the persons participating in this unproven collusion amongst groups shady of backgrounds checking out our assets available and easy access granted without much prior information or even meeting of a person whom the system decided to smash to pieces and no churches to contribute the power one has inherently within themselves temples of which needs their journey to remain humanity’s route to cut a way out of the looney waste receptacle we are thrown into from that lightning stroke of conception onward to confront a universe of ‘domesticate or die’ limp implications preconceived to affect generally as a whole our minds… play for us as grave dire straits to toss crossing ourselves into ways afraid paranoid that whatever inside will leak out and infect the past as we see it and it sees us on the other side of the table sitting unfit to stand up for what we believe in whether as crucial fiction or crucifixion is not our call to arms when we see the challenge a few degrees ahead marching on toward us intimidating the peace of freedom back into its cage after an intrusive collecting of our personal statistics to inform them of what kind of victim we will be once the spirit does break, one’s holy quests remains a trance for personal empowerment all through transit because a world indifferent prevents us at large from crystal clear perception of our goals whether simple or complexity woven in flesh breath held while the night is a glimpse of that larger picture in whose yawning cemetery we awake once the hassling aspects of life are finished with us each as restless spirits groan for bodies taken for granted by an inconceivable force removing intelligent conscious potentials confusing these vessels consensually configured separately synchronously moving amongst others to whom might beat back the domains attacked drawn taught from slacking adapting the pressures as they measure our instincts and turn violation into artform, or in other words a traumatic cradle of life from which a unique experiential path is birthed as though the ghastly substitutions for a crib while nightmares of authoritarian lies alive are surrounding to imprint upon us their biased versions of why the world is this way a piece at a time as their individual goals become complexities amplified as they participate in the greater Mystery with the results of us as an individual raised to differing amounts unrealized potentials to exploit by layers of tradition anchored in softer influences because a familiar seed laid of ideals from nepotistic necro-incestual access to power…

Thanks, khet.