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stranger danger, trust no one…

fallacies interlacing between trust as abstract moral concept evolving the involved parties who change the format of this reality constantly as the meters of conscious witness bear the conclusions from past ages whose role lies vague and murky in the underfound as purgatorial state dwelling for those of us still locked and chained to the rules of this place Now chafing at the fringes for ways to stay safe among all the traps that line the steps to climb this journey alone as a chaste stubborn innocence left to fend for themselves, harsh consequences follow the many wrong moves made or taken for granted by powers-that-be soon to become the gods we crave through traits of indifference and opportunism use to self-justified by the righteous whose urgent lies that permeate this membrane of clarity into a calcified loop of struggle for the civilized and uncouth alike where no one wants to know each other on a deeper layer to prevent some subjugation to the system infected with intolerance and hatred, but this a tarnished structure still houses our dreams and subsequent generations like it as has been from this day forward on toward an objective obscurity motioning in all pieces of the modern mosaic into the rubbish bin along with all the other errors and mistakes used as excuses to push ideals onto others who naturally would refuse such advances from yet shadier sources than those that speak trying to convince you to buy what they’re selling… as a sales swept up high to meet the shadowy demanded pleas for an equal say in how this machine work the sensitive parts harnessed to release the energy Here needed to retain a level of excellence meant as a screaming reminder used as divider to conquer the wailing juvenile puericulture as master to the minions of a ‘fanaddicted’ murmur escapes from the crowd hovering and cowed before a supreme extreme of an authority whose faulty towers of vision must be ministered to by the likes of our most villainous, chose to be among the majority for ulterior motif atmospheric blanketing the skies with errs disgust and vaporous trails of distrust to sedate and complicate the lives of the brave few who would do anything for you or i or anyone else worthy of being treated this way out of genuine charity as compassionate center of an uncertain humanity yielding to truths sometimes too terrible to be able to mention politely as a policing and judging minority takes your actions at face value, and maim the rights and privileges that hardly a day goes by that isn’t filtered through fear involved in maintaining any one of these things to become a fully participating human doing without need thinking as autonomic reflexes reconnoiter the smooth ideals from the hands of their creators to a harbinger of havoc and mayhem once leaving the static station free of any potential stress to be relieved as the burden burning off a liars’ lips as proof for their combustable pretensions…

Thanks, khet.