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oxymoronic Mnemonic devised…

the verses have immersed us underfoot as words often leave our steps knee-deep in the shit used to keep the wursted of brats in check bellies full of beer and batter embroiled in the digested drama of karma and its chameleons camouflaged by years layered on years of brutality and duality driving sum to the nastier sides of our cells as a multitude of selves chained together by the physical expression of our DNA streaming bits and bytes of data battling for the supremacy of power talking with the voice of a god straining to be heard by the herd caught in our heads and our stomachs aching to stay sane as a standard we can never back down from as challenge of the gods and goddesses moving heavens and earth to see us clearly as decisive core of deceptive beasts making us kings and monsters by screaming right and wrong at us speaking like the essence of parental authority gone crazy and controlling, similar but not same as an eat “prey” love mystique made romanticidal prayer for homeopathic hominids striving to survive the experimental recital of our lives lived out wrecking in might without the maybe-broken machine grinding on all gears to change day into night by idly rioting passive-aggressive rites of passage passionate about a saving of oneself before time erodes our personal version of truth taken to unusual extremes that reinforce truth as stranger to fiction though a definitely perpendicular neighborhood where ballparks and guesstimates prevail to detail or derail parts of the hero’s journey we have inside of ourselves the trapped in the wildernesses of the mind as innerspace breaks down content to be perceived as “normal” or “average” to the best of our outrage hemorrhaging in the dark recesses of a phantom playground to which all are admitted while wandering within and without the proper wits in this desert of the real, but a person cannot always visualize what is there until forced to acknowledge the elements that have pushed them there prone to lie still where the heart grows fonder of yonder promises and presents to be had in mad meat trained for glory gory with the blood of witnesses willing to die to protect their time a walking living death that tries to hide as the human plague that wipes out the rest of the game players so extensive there is no choice just as becomes of it a futile sport in which no one wins this deadliest most dangerous greed desiring strengths to make them weaknesses withering the resting mass as sleeping psycho fairies slaughtered like guinea pigs placed in shock treatment to cure their delusions that makes them think they are humans being animals waiting to die painfully shamefully perverse caustic preening of the rooster or peacock whose job is to play alpha while praising jah when wobbling on our morals and ethics while in the midst of managing to raise the stakes a little bit higher as though this were something to bet upon… the precise demonic prods culling the queues to an unusual excuse used to abuse the forced of their good behavior projected out onto others to create a mythological message that fulfills a self-manifesting prophecy pushed along by that ambiguous consciousness that sometimes lack a minds’ eye for conscience the science perhaps of conscious pursuit of caring and compassion as solipsistic trial by effort returning those curious elements animating the corpses-to-be we are Here becoming more than animal or aliens trying to perceive what human means, but this universe goes on without us or so we think, even in facing against history’s unyielding waves of oppression…

Thanks, khet.