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i AM a god, I am a faceless warrior…

animals intrinsic though lost among the many strains and stresses that invite extinction distinctly to us and our visions as like wizards of the deep ages past that warned of the plagues of ignorance washed ashore to weaken the immunity of our worn-to-slack moral codes mission attacking possessed ideas common of sense to those most uncommon through filters of experience assessing information as data applied to an ignorant system that shocks us like monkeys thrown into these personal cages of our own free will volatile as the beast craves that freedom unattached to obligations presented as options, meaning lost on the dead whores whose opportunistic behaviors have corrupted in convenience culture the bankrupt in a broken empire built upon fact-of-the-matter-of-fact tones borne ringing within our ears as much between them when the resonating repercussions struck playing us against one another so convinced of our own righteous stakes to be claimed by these casually caustic voices who restrain us inside of our own heads through thinking in these uniquely individual states united by genetic dispositions and environmental equivalents of the sense of duty and honor that plague our offended egos, but subversive directions permeate the vastly stuffed reality into a pregnant and oversaturated compression that raises the levels of tension like the moon with the tides in repetition fully and unavoidably present in the suspension of disbelief Here too unorganized to sustain one defiant tyranny to run smoothly forever as though disturbing a continuity like this wouldn’t permit a backlash of powers the halls of the tower comes collapsing down around as many of those that had built it with their will to power bearing the overwhelming labor upon the people whose blood sustains like nature in the truer reality residing deeply underneath the bullshit… razes down those into rags from the riches they once crushed and cherished to be the truth or deeper material revelation of the world but there are many layers to this experiential flower grown by these experiences gathered together and getting sloughed off like huManure to produce the advancing rays of hope that our visions of a potential tries to embody and at times prevent the personal motion of others from a positive followthrough, that ideal takes which it deems worthy of attention like the mythic memories of old gods no matter if a bad blood or series of consequence is left detrimental in the wake of raising hazard and danger to a higher degree of substantial output as interest includes us automatically in these restless games, but if this is all that we are to be involved in than what is the inner hidden purpose to this larger cycle of symbol and realization encoded and entrenched and waiting to put forth their lives on the line for some imaginary cause that rankles and corrupts under pressure from all those parties assured of their excellency stating the obvious for oblivious reasons and ulterior motivations alienating others without a moment’s hesitation enlightening…

Thanks, khet.