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to Write the Wrongs…

too much or too little, too late anyways… it just amazes me how others can make exceptions to one over the validity of any others… snide insulting remarks carry the empty emotional weight even further than the experiment expected at first, and too many denizens of this heathen plane have become quite insult-sensitive to the detriment of a more-developed awareness, these people are still living in the dark age of politeness as a reversed product of psychology to the tripwire ‘Merika that modern warfare has produced… reeling from all the previous ideals of glory and honor now disgraceful old tricks that are used to beat a culture into submission for every time the yell ‘invade!’ is justified in the darkened corridors of the organic portal within the human brain, and then spin campaigns are built around deafening rallying cries of the ones who keep wishing humanity into this oblivion, all get paid better as the chemically-ingrained soldiers die as fodder for their countries… great leaders would rather have humbly sacrificed themselves to a relatively good cause as opposed to leading a nation into the wildernesses of cruelty and terror, armies upon armies of decent souls are wasted on the front lines when warfare becomes another profit-driven industry, and these bastards in power have the stamp of approval from the top down while no one ever asks the soldier or the families if they ever approved of this… we are traitors to our own kindness as we mock the very idea of respect by allowing the battered bones of the dead to be put into mass graves stashed away like shit beneath the outhouse, and as the unknown soldier groans for a relief of duty, the madness of a saddened face jerks to one side to look away… burned and scarred by chemicals used as weapons in the ever-revolving doors of combat that many are pushed through in order to collide head-first into the people trained to be our only enemy, who suffer the same fate as our own ‘Merikan version of the idealized warrior-like truth, and the dark side opens up to desensitized the real soldier who knows it is so wrong to fight this way but who feels there are no other options… god the awful training forcing them to think themselves into a helpless place where sensitivity gets one killed too quickly, baring the fangs in hatred instead of that smile which serves to placate the masses from the other end of the gamut as policy holders lobby for expensive rights that tear away the tease of the working dollar from the average citizen in a parasitic relationship that only leads to a more maddening abstraction as an option to waiting for death, and we only allow ourselves to be mired in pity and despair with the misery we have found as company… however, even they are starting to get fed up with our passive stance on being lead astray because we helplessly obey the trends of the end times like a biblical rote that doesn’t move us any closer to becoming saved from our own hell, but with all these many generations supporting the haunted reality of a corrupt system in need of a total overhaul can make action seem futile… a built-up protrusion from the vicious minds of the truly damned in charge of keeping the little robots alive, but if even one dies while doing their job, it means nothing to the blind god of the bottom line where profit is carved away from to make the appearance more perfect than the body sitting wounded fatally… the lords of wealth steal more ghosts when they tire of material goods because it is eventual that only the poor are tricked into needing the items that wealth has acquired, swinging breathlessly overhead while the minions of the brutal regime wait like a blood-thirsty engine under the feet of a populace in fear, and all just to eventually take the place of the dead in this pyramid scheme after the weak are taken out and the system requires adequate near replacements to digest the lies passed out like candy among children… a devolution of humanity that requires revolution… into which pit would you rather dive, the one filled with fire, or the other filled with spikes?…

Thanks, khet.