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…pent up accosting them that tries to conform or die by myself though repealing the cost of merrily wandering discontented in the woods of a dark forest theorizing to hearts content upon the plasticity separate from nature in this dangerous autonomous zone nominating so many for personal sacrifice so humbling that most find death either way they seek to find themselves through rose-colored lenses of blissful ignorance ignoring the suffering wisdom of the secular innocent walking the same steps institutions gathered seem to betray society protecting only themselves once all of their secrets are purposefully let out of the bag, terribly conflicted status quo accepted from too many conservative villains to qualify as stylish demonstration of crazy or nationalist carryover across limits unnoticed until advancing close enough to sweat when then fascists insist on drawing the lines others are forced to circumnavigate tracking along the fronts and borders of exile and the shunned to reach some unheard of destination of myth with shady people who will take your shitty money and exchange it for whatever personal values they wish to diminish for fullest impact advantage to be taken as token gesture to indoctrinate others as they go along the edges of society and its dredges of humanity grouped, in dark mysticism gathering together as differing factions of the dispossessed and disenfranchised distrust in control of the chaos commanding the ever-prolific mounting desolate toll on humanity if no wonder everyone is addicted to the only power they can afford from the spiritual to the psychic forms of mind control intoxicating the helpless massive caught in the whirling dervish of conceptual junk and debris following the wreckage that usually appears after destruction has achieved such lethal status that it nullifies or manipulates previous states of being by compromise alone when those authorities in charge deem it so with no regard for conflicts produced… compelling us more to crave for feverish fetish the very things that kill us because knowing of no other options except to burn down the bridges that can lead only those chosen to commit themselves to the lies they believe by repeating appealing peace slogans as the least violent or more cowardly people are worthy only in the sacrificial context of others Here clearing house by burning it to achieve some perceived final threshold of rebirth through fiery oblivious brutality striking us down to knock us loose of our senses, open mouths as gaping wounds filled with shattered teeth too painful to speak or that would cause the enemies crossfire to glide over my position to give me away now into feeding for slow advancement this desert of the real with my primal substance unless the minds were Here to grow a better future than this odd scene engaged with iconic pressures from dystonic imagery twisting our bodies and mind in particular ways to peculiar behaviors and mannerisms that hide our rotting corpses a little bit longer as the flame of the soul melts the individual from within candles flaring, spontaneous combustion trying to be randomly exciting igniting confusion for our saturated egos are digesting one detail after the other in collection to attain a prominent place relating us to the songs we sing to dance to laugh to know we exist Here at all is divinity perhaps only glimpsed for a moment on the grander scale of time attempting to understand what the cosmos has destined for us that absolute certainty prevails of our spark being so special that we automatically shoot to the top of the heaping list of apex predators competing for dominance because we domesticate…