The deciphering of fire breathers, burning raging fear as I pull needles from hay-stacks in terror, pondering. Atonement and judgement couldn't come too soon, expedite we must. For we know best. Supporting proletariat against the bourgeois! Intellectuals versus the common day. Bantering knowledge of truths, modern, post-modern fundamental ideals pushing against what tears against the moral fabric. Whatever fits me is what yours must be. The intricate line drawn in the sand and dirt, wherever it may.. it's decisive!
The narratives have been written, tides turn consistently, push and push we must until the dam breaks and freedom reigns in a destructive wrathful swipe. Two of the lesser evils, two sided coin of the same end. I still pull hay from the stack... no more I wish to feed on.
"As destructive as the world is, what god needs an apocalypse with such a creation as humanity?"
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