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the Imp lied…

swallowed with condensed rhythm and melody creating these cosmic harmonies harming us slowly as eroding silence the greatest of twisted deities wallowing in their atrocities whose banners swaying the people with colors and meanings infused with pressures from the state never satiated or a bit satisfied with the way things could be but are a clot blotting out the success of all with the winning of a few participating in the feud between families and friends as turned foes who wager well being a friend to my enemies a useful pawn to be owned by a beggar-advanced legend as so does perpetuate this massive mind control programming the general populace in whose self-righteous faith opinion is made pre-approved atmosphere of constriction lost lessons lodged in the brains of the many wandering social rigors mortal fears caging our most restless hearts hearing that degree toward which we are inevitably drawn as thought on by emotional idealist philosophizing the truth and wrongs committed amongst ourselves, as dead gods walking streets blinded by fantastic wealth wheedled out by only an elite from the massive popular explosion of self and the waking corpse of all our past methods erasing worlds previously thought real though those times have passed slowly while some can live and die oblivious to the extremes that face us from the other side of the mirror as dangerous dreams fragmented by undulating networks of conscious logic that try to peace through the obstacle course set up to stun a planned route astray by terms and regulations we swallow allowed to play games inside our heads with dead ideals a manifestation of a pure order fighting hellooshination as another variety the likes of which fights us with so hip trends in commercial packaged craze fading into that next dollar bill blinded horizon, and our eyes on the prize up for us to grab before it disappears into the final phases existence likes to make tricks too dazzling to avoid soon enough beyond one’s own short units of control used as an erratic guide through dimensions of dementia once reached that distort and detract one from ever pursuing happiness to begin with… one’s own thoughts mean little to those hidden distracted cells as pockets of a subtle conscious mystic crypticism like miniature psychic surgeons slicing up eyeballs collecting the fluid gathered in tears for as romantic a ritual as can be used to attain a breaking bad reputation while kicking against the pricks who hassle us in droves of lost children collected one-by-one to serve hive a little more longer than expected as a chosen hell has many levels of confrontation one is required to reach in order to survive whatever chapters remain next tonight as the logic of business and efficient use of time demand the blood sweat and tears as it guts you up and down with your own demons set as your ante of agony that become the hard-won dragons of respect summoned thoughtforms to aid and protect one from psychic assault as this place is no doubt filled to popping with kinetic aspects trials and trophy displayed fears and feelings as relics, composited of the massive in its’ motions toward a new enlightenment that remains ambiguous to all those not directly involved or accountable for their actions as we are contemplating our bestial components before getting caught falling down the rabbit’s whorl imprinting random individuals with an essence set adrift isolated yet pronounced enough to fill a room with indefinable self compassion is a threshold we a have to meet head-first while setting boundaries higher still than conceivable to achieve as standards raise but where work ethic dwindles in nepotistic cesspool filth…

Thanks, khet.