Rank and Vile
looking through the annals of one’s life will be alternately gratifying and horrible to all who witness as the memories are wandering loose after shallow breath has left an open wound to terrify, loosely we wonder what it is that disturbs us into distrust of others as the many might seem sadistic or psychotic to some degree or another as a curious mob gathers around the next dead victim twisted by fate’s indifference to stupid humans who breed and bemoan all of their struggles along the way, and soon broken by acts of their own violent order for right to be wrong to stay certain in tainting the controls we submit to in becoming these creatures as they choose to stay Here regardless of a savior or not coming to aid us from our evils… like thousands of eyes glaring down upon us from above like a god fearing the coming uprising from its deviant disciples once the manipulation has run down as a clockwork decay moving parallel to the enchanting glamours that writhe out from manifest innovation, a movement in parts that is prone to separate and sever the connexions of mystic proportions superseded ritual and the holy traditions to be analyzed and scrutinized for cataloging purposes while all human mockery subverts and shatters predisposed limits, and those lines drawn up over the draft of time’s body as we have surmised our laws and rules of work and play to define the next gods as frauds to be battered by defiance and demystification as an ocean of men justify their taming of this heathen deity through a definition of quirks that holds the beast to chains of thought and its perception not unlike the laws stuck in our heads… reinforcing the blame or shame or disgust at being a criminal free in a free world tamed by the screws twisted tighter to hear pitiful screams of pain all-consuming in bane of haughty misunderstanding as to cannibalize the corpse of the poor like rich rotten vultures lurking to score, the board is huge and large enough to fit more than a few without struggle even though no one currently plays the game this way as to give us all a chance even as the scenario might seem reversed as illusion in escaping this surreal fate, and defying that scare in you to be chosen as sacrificial catch of the day…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on November 20th, 2013 in blogging, r for Rheme..., rants & raves, subdued wisdom, v for Vetanda..., world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.