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Saddest faction…

music makes us move yet can give us no shelter when we are seeking refuge through the fiery refuse that can make us feel poisoned by our own ideals betrayed when we take heed of those warnings refused by the rest of this massive beast capitalized upon by those cataract kids taking the lead swimming deep into the current to find an exit with which to plunge over barreling forward with needed momentum as of some speeding bullet or train of thought rushing to its conclusion, or perhaps this may be the conflagrations of a burning issue we all need to face besides transcendence or transgression as the constraints wed themselves to our fetishes for certainty and evidence for the righteous whim that might be a salvation in the disguise of metaphor found complacent by the wayside of our reasoning and logical circuits on for the sake of argument whenever the need may arise with the lunar tide, in revolutions of shameless surprise trying to wield opportunity like a hot knife to easily cut the butter of this fatty stubborn resolve that puts us at odds with ourselves much easier than with those narrowed sights we perceive being the reality in this case the burning window to the soul as hoop aflame to leap through forced when it seems that we cannot be the ones required to summon the courage to confront our fears as much the perceived flaw a shedding of tears is considered bad form or rude manners even though it is a catharsis for those so cryptic emotions… that we can be assured of anything is wrong and always is ending up fueling that sacred fire that is our divine being in the various forms of not only gods and monsters within all of us even though there are certain situations that do not allow those conditions of a chosen freedom to apply such as when following the strangers into that line queued up to die by timing themselves with the organic machine burning the human body down as food soon digested to make this colossal extremity move forward along the strands of optional empirical glory that wholly refutes an individual’s ability to be their own person, to admit to themselves essentially tricked by then into detrimental belief that everything is secure when another cold-blooded kill is thrown into the fires as sacrifice to the rites of passage that one must take to get from there to Here in some organic quest to overcome ironic obstacles seen true when little else makes any sense at all to be capitalized upon by those that feel they understand what truth is even as some are proven wrong, but being forced or coerced into a random belief for the reinforcement of consequential cliches that exude problems allowing the radiation of negativity that overwhelms the center of self in order to infest those fringes of this haywire social conformity creating nothing but endless loops of collapse and restart with a smothered hope that the world will be a better place for us to reside and resign ourselves to as a future less futile than those empiric reigns of the past when the ancient ways knew best through spoken symbols…

Thanks, khet.