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weapons i swore i wouldn’t use against those unprepared for the barbs trapping as much the ones that try rabidly tugging themselves away from those of suspect painful lacerations cut too deeply to simply fade into memory, for all the meanings jumbled around in the pieces conceived to be determined as whether conscious or not of the movements from one position to another we train ourselves to retain some aptitude for the barren hearth as a heart of the fire melting all these superstitious elements together, but we keep to ourselves just so not to lose the concept of what it means to be alive even as sharp intangible blades slice through our eyes in phrasing time to make sense of rhythm and rhyme displayed edit of some final product as a divine recreation… conflagration degrading in space that we have taken for granted by higher authorities feeling all the more special than we who labor in vain attempts to make life worth living a little better than it was when we first came Here to play the game that appears to take us further away into visions of sweeping change stabilizing the overall objectified our winning stake building a name to retain the confidence of success, cutting off of the disparate and desperate who cling tenaciously to the surface of what seems to be the case for baring arms against vicious enemies trying to tame and contain what it is they cannot understand compressing sense as layered meaning to devise more novel methods of subverting anything humane into the opportunistic vanity happily paralyzing integrity to homogenize a feeling for this tragedy as interactive struggle, and the battle is never over for those lost and longing for the substance of armed combat becoming darker juvenile fits if sustained any longer than necessary after the real fight has finalized a heroic decisiveness… declaring winners and losers left for all to define in a propaganda effort to banish or shun the other side of the argument from opening at the mouth with a rambling tainted dialogue of sins, revealing through transparency the roots of a conflicted sense making us the common barbarians of legend as we ravage and conquer all forms of home and safety with thoughts of healing the earth formed rather vaguely and so well after the fact we cannot stop what has already happened panicky for a cure-all, and rabidly trying to explain the excuses confused for logic and reasons as acceptable ruses for some who have plans no further ahead than the real fun to be had fucking with others’ minds as revelry for a moment…

Thanks, khet.