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…the Hate in this life absorbing other realms…

…the pantomiming of being human constituents born invested into this grueling institutional horse race on the way to becoming hors d’oeuvres ground up by the gears of this anarchy masquerading as democratic civility though instead becomes path to guarding secrets impulsive terrible cross-eaters on course run rampant spitting out hymnals as though unquestionable source material to draw from casting doubts as their savory savior desires undying loyalty tendencies toward violence to silence their enemies without relent because being powerful is the only thing that makes their bodies move in directions to prove themselves worthy of blind adulation and zealous fanaticism, atrocious orientation to takeover what corporate leftovers remain yet in place Here out of fashion with the bureaucrats pushing the bottom line further across the pages written in human histrionics with blood sweat and tears fueling the machine worth raging against when the time comes to not yield any more whether you can find reasons or not to justify your actions deciding not to be pushed around another anonymous statistic represented as numbers exchanged by shadowy parties applying their knowledge to take what they wish mastery over incidental shift similar in humanity to something stellar from the lower larval states, though only if we are able to shed what is collected in this meat suit worn out through the various accessories that we acquire slash require licking the wounds gathered into scars the rhapsodic mainstay as such demons of the fall procreating and making havoc spinning chaos in webs of deceit deciding who deserves your attention through random possession and observations stating the obvious premises separate leading back to same concepts gaining momentum swirling turbulent empire of dirt showing us how much lower to go with all these human layers it is difficult to be constructive about ideals that matter… when the negative default seems omnipresent and oppressive Here corrupt forces are allowed then to exert their deadly pressures upon whomever they choose but usually some long-lived target grown up in parallel though turned feuding enemies because of previous familial lines drawn causing ancestor spirits to pause as guardians helping famished branches to barely survive these almost ritualistic destruction cycles whose sheer animosity tears through the fabric of our lives something fierce enough to counteract general kindness and subdue it from within as has happened for ages since we actually started thinking for ourselves are we not capable of breaking, the chains of brutality in these modern eras bringing us to bear the sensitive fruit of the loom of our loins conjoined in some grotesque dimensional hell as possible as any other to be made physical reality to be fabricated then realized by convincing the hatred to rise in power as more people are duped into duplicating reiterating insanity becoming that mob demonology holding on to the twisted ideal of killing each other to get power even when it is futile for us to try within this type of aberration that takes us away from truly functional consistent human beings, in Here nothing gets out alive because the living are trapped within this sphere assumed by some flat hedgerow escape room of our makers to get lost inside of singularity supernatural the universe within our brains guided by perspective behavior respective in transforming from primordial flesh to something acquired by consciousness and even further incorporating emotional structures we take for granted having reached some modern zenith the kind of self-fulfilling carcino-genesis we could have never fathomed before now the only thing clear to us subjecting ourselves and others to suffering as highest form of enlightenment to strive for though wrong…

thanks, khet_:/