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…mercenary Position…

…words tending to cling to each other for support no matter the statement Here sometimes violent sensation denoting uncomfortable awkwardness in uneven doses setting us to reflect upon ourselves and relationships all throughout forward motion as a species foreseen in many visions through suspensions both literal and metaphorical instances foreshadowing intention as justification to deify or defile the corpses that still have golden teeth or meat to roast eating death as a treat when lost on the scene that coagulates on the bones as structured escape from the tragedy we see every day singling out one at a time condemned, this flesh that bends this substantial leaning against a system in place to protect and restrict by making certain of interjected complications and altercations exist Here through repeated patterns of dissonance defined through training rigid discipline into oneself desire and determination creates soldiers to be decimated but for a cause unknown how uncertain obstacle placed in front of us as we damage the topiary hedge maze that exits thanks to persistent funding in its established relative creeds and bullshit radioactive and irradiating prolonged funk transfer into the immediate atmosphere with urgency of fear feeling all-surrounding chamber of many loaded statements, whose payment is due diligently without nary a mercy to this macabre dancing pole positioned straight up racing through tender tinders sharpened ends ready to live and not die as so many might think but remains the unproven theory encrypted in spirit channeling danger away as it absorbs the light we emit as psychic distillations projecting subjects to make artifact from objects nature provided to us unlike controlling interests can turn us into puppets from systems that can and will and have taken advantages in the past necessitating new revolutions and thusly new revolutionaries barely mentioned until they become relevant… dead end blame game star fiends generating their own ideas of power like archons moving them parts that are spatially aware enough to transmit those signals received by everybody still ignited by the currency of struggle profound in its fundamental financial foundation as foundry for fundamentally lost people who cannot refrain for meddling and intermingling misconstrued animosity simply acknowledged as core parts of our personalities chunks of the larger living picture whose perspective changes always and ever-present not nearly as omnipotent ideals confounding the general opinion peeling away as an onion in multiple unique pieces of flaked timing leaving trails, a baby step at a time struggling with smuggling in others’ emotions and flavors some points adapting matter-of-factually to cauterize the wounded mind found constantly bleeding out from a heart-upon-sleeve situation transferring pain to themselves in selfish attempted martyrdom disallowed in this realm until you’ve passed the right criteria of official sophisticated tradition enough to be held in secret even though these methods have their flaws putting wrinkles into compromising conditions contradicting each other as usually most cretins and poets whilst preachers and priests use holy shades of scriptural doctrine weaponized and projected against anyone who may disagree, loose scrutiny applying pressure to have those refreshing moments to revive vivid survival for just another day angrily stepping forward for the sacrifice defying all logic and compassion using another being as a means to an end dropping empty cartridge casing with each killing blow precisely where they would want you best for their cleanest shot with a decisive dissecting chest wound cleaving no poultice will be healing this no theriac to produce and consume when doing death can coalesce in a demand for supplies of bodies littering the fields to test and reject blyat in every existing orifice just for fun…

thanks, khet_:/