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scaryens; living in a shit empire…

fear eats our darkest heart the core of our shadows from within given tendrils to the external through a soul such as ours in conceiving of these of elementary sources from a land with no names present as no mind escapes depths difficult to perceive by ordinary forces working to dissolve the more puzzling obstacles that enter into confliction Here where human becomes both predator and prey in a cycle of struggling that collapses in upon itself when the tangles of Mankind grow through wild, the rough patches are filled with mighty forms of life that do not live as we do on the face of this heathen earth shifted in varying realms of light and darkness that reside right next to and sometimes embedded deep within a place given a true name over the course of those various orders of time having plowed through oblivious to any of the native souls therein which have been before the restrictive bite of a civilized domestication applied to us Here, or the tortures made fluid flowing forward to meet us charging like supposed champions then laying all laws down upon our heads similar to a bounty collected by raping rapscallions and more radical conservative issue stoking the fires for opposition forsaking everything that has come before this Now as we each view a little something different than the others… in making people take the orders that make them monsters as a world that ignores the pain and the grief as much as it can tolerate before breaking the humans and other parts into waste that gets recycled as paste into the soylent green dreams of apocalypse visions mutating both participants and observers in abstract ranges of depths creating the obnoxious regulars that stem from these ritualized realities all butting together as homogenous picture, as nothing that really matters can be called ‘shit’ by those who endeavor to realize more about what it is they desire even when disastrous desire turns sadistic as games layered throughout our pause of indecision even a decisive person grows weaker choosing the illusion over a real compassion sometimes when given the option to benefit oneself over the collective herd requiring a composite of special ideas that compose and really compost the integral parts of the material universe locked inside a gravity well in whose revelations a single human can only fathom so far before collapse of logic and reason when considering the infinite as given in the relationship of timESPace to other interpersonal aspects into the reality we live through, and as we bide our courage against the waves of fear trying to force us into place as pawns owned in systems that march our youth off to a war over trivial ulterior the mutilating motives of motivation moving only those few whose privilege make a glorious effigy to burn down once those within the majority become as convinced of their lowest worth as a fire forced angry and tapping that energy for revolution no matter the mission…

Thanks, khet.