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…an army of Done…

…talking out of one’s asshole can wreak havoc and mayhem upon the whole blended catastrophe ripples quickly choking out the breathe of truth soldiers think they step towards holding dying enemies at bay to assay and delay the inevitable future, firing on all cylinders of a pistol whip brought to task upon others whom we become convinced are those enemies as obstacles that block our path and seek only the same conclusions for us Here where pain and suffering seems under human command the way of the world, striking to think we are Here for such a short time but to fathom that incredible damage built from resistance left in the aftermath of waking numb unable to keep up with constantly shifting details whether subtle and slow or massively vibrating on levels comparable to lightning and rain trailed along by obvious earthshaking rumbles of thunder whether nature’s attempt or the mechanical menace of machinery to steamroller into ruin previous eras of substance and community in order to gyrate graveside accolades advancing death to win the battles… flocking to the tragic mingling as sedated chat and cattle roaming the fields while thoughts jumble and stray a distraction at a time forcing us to manage and juxtaposed between them altogether before being able to say that we have succeeded past the trials and tribulations that amass at one’s doorstep without fail, can it be that we have all been tricked to obey this obnoxious colossus made up of all systems in flux as the branching away whether guided by outside natural forces or not of course doesn’t mean being is easy for anyone to weigh in on because on some level we have finally fatally accepted a feeling of frustration, no strength enough even in groups banded together to continue a resistance kicking against the pricks however one can commit without submitting to the higher archfiends barely alert to our presence until it may be too late to correct while rushing into the conflict a full foolish steam ahead as though the valiant charging knight into yet another wage of warfare unfairly assessed by those who started the whole kerfuffle without an ounce of cogent thought making things better but worse… whole generations gone off to sacrifice when our world becomes plagued by overseers and warmongers who hoard resources and serviceable favors formed into larger courses of action woven to manifest the destiny of complex functions ever so thoroughly in motion that blurring is natural to one’s comfort challenged by vertigo and confusion, set up to fall for the first pieces that can appear to be trivial yet allude to something more perhaps an opening of perceptions rather than being culled by the great herd to find who is next in the lottery of souls still twisting and angered by cruel provocation turning the controversial into words and verses and lyrics that through art try to encapsulate some core principle worth pricing for the highest bid, worlds at odds or a timing so askew that no one entity can control understand or recollect the trajectory of information as it holds us responsible for the state of what remains in the Here and now immediacy in those chances granted so we get to know it on a personal perspective… difficult not feeling fed up and tired of all the retread threatening to remake the known in drastic brushstrokes too mind-blinding to keep up to date on the swarm of technology that coaxes more shades and hues out of nature, and fomenting restless packs of bewildered survivalists trying their hands at authority too soon…

thanks, khet_:/