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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An anti-resolvent-fume- of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield of humanity. Thick as molasses, blackstrap morass of emnity. Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. A Void, a claim farming the abyss. Marketing it's lie, on sale. Though it has a monopoly. PolyEntropy. In the garden of life; an empty field of dreams, lays unintended on its side, untended save for the shadows that yield a mock harvest. Decay on display of manifest. The sky, descended as a Judas Ascendant, it's belly gorged with malfeasance. Exotic particles curse the ground like wormwood in ritual burn, cache of ashen incense. Libra sells you back your rye, mildewed and palmer wormed, to bore in at the destitute at double price, double dealing with the wages of Sin and Death. Doubled down. Doubled over. So the pendulum swings in shadows deep, a soul did sleep- in Crimson and Clover, over and over, so over the Lords of Plunder. Its essence lost, a memory weeped as it counts the costs. Whispers of sorrow, a silent scream, in the Wilderness- under project Blue Beam/Warp Speed. In the void, the soul did dream of cover by militias of truth needs to redirect the beams. The sky, a jumbotron of betrayal and lies, false witness to commercial treachery portrayal in its thespian guise. Cursed particles dance in the wind, like venus flytrap babys breath. A haunting reminder of the wages of sin, the touch of death. The scales of justice are unbalanced and frayed, black judgment, jury, executioner-DOJ. Truth and falsehood in a deadly coliseum where devouring Lions roam. The rose of passion, its petals torn, as humanity's innocence is forever shorn. As the pendulum swings, a dance of despair, seduces in masked charade in the wings. Hope dwindles in the poisoned communications air. Ploughshares turned to weapons of hate, In a world where love is overshadowed, here, eclipsed by the tech magistrates in monopolistic fare synods. The farms bought by syndicates who will use starvation as cattle prod, obedience broad, shock and awe. The World Economic Forum is a synod, a syndicate of Lawless Ones using purse strings to strangle us into submission. Submission to their Fallen Angel false Gods.
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