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in worship of a got…

how did we get Here that it remains this glacial a process the stubborn climate of repugnance as the ants we are work on their tiny projects which all connect together in a greater puzzle resonating within old struggles to commit not just to who we are but what we wanted to see happen as our actions are seeds laying the groundwork to these defining momentous qualities that send us the signals of appeasement to break up this tense level monotony of feeling absolutely helpless and yet aggressive about it, craving to take from other people what they have as a source of selfish exploits that often times lead to nonsense conclusions for the ones trying to cover their tracks with steaming piles of bullshit thinking this is the way it has got to be as we were all falsely made to believe rising up from primordial sensations to self-awareness while in further complications to assert which of these various lines leads to your desires as when queued up and jammed against other parties that bring the noise as much a light pollution degrading us all to cling to an ideal of balance as the truest of factors absorbing one’s ambitions for better things, but on a trail of tears that never seems to stop in the tight traffic of struggle and abuse we all seem prone to choose as deathly embrace to guide us to the grave safely whether through the numbing repetition of ritual in the workplace that forces one so easily into a zero-sum game played only for the time being as a wage slave inside the state of perpetual debt and investment of energy or choosing never to give up… what has it got to take to get us in a straightened state where neutral equal pressure applies to us all without the idea of consequence killing us slowly through our personal bias of ignorance tormenting that grey area the form of which our eyes and minds seem to separate into that black-and-white classification of cultures and ethnic backgrounds that tears us apart through a segregation and prehensile nationality forcing our hands to a subconscious conclusion that erodes as time abrades this stony stolid surface appearing timeless, but even these shadowy appearances of self are deceptive to say the least through poetic verse as much a terse gnostic phrasing to make any and all painful spirits inert in hurting one another as each of our desires is chasing in ecstatic frenzy the conclusion as an aspect left hunting for objective truths trying to soothe our desperate egos clinging constantly as anchor holding down all to a bottom the likes of which will never be seen again by the same forms as we know them Now, drawn lines used to make us bow down to a false majesty of what we do not have in our direct possession stirring the guilt and envy to a twitching of facial features feeling hatred for haves throwing around their ignorant weight in a mock display of what it means to be human sending ire and anger in equal measure throughout our veins soaking up the punishment declared feasible by these elites who will not ever face danger directly in their own times Here unleashed upon the earth as another heathen plague wave yet to hit the people from deep inside…

Thanks, khet.