On Behalf of One I Adore...

The following is a poetically infused prose message, spawned on behalf of one who dreamed... Their destiny was stolen by the fate of society, that is to say: Greed.


 Share the load, A true legionnaire never did, I pay poetic tribute to his valiant attempts.

Swell of the debt world surrounds,No escape unless to abide by their rules,The more we attempt to subjugate ourselves to a relevant societal norm, The better we begin to feel, At least that's what the world says... In their realms, Dreams never become real.

Off the hook with anger, Terror is a drug I desire, A revolution of will set against the decaying apathy of tolerance we know today as disregard, No on cares... Save ourselves and those who believe in us, That is the Red Star Belief to be continued mode of existence.

A Very Unrefined Day Unto You,

     Off the hook with anger, Terror is a drug I desire, A revolution of will set against the decaying apathy of tolerance we know today as disregard, No on cares... Save ourselves and those who believe in us, That is the Red Star Belief to be continued mode of existence.

     Terrible news under man's the submersible of dreams that once via the will of a single soul delved into the revolutionary unscheduled realms of dreams, Where men begin to become instead of submit. This is my MDMA fate to the man who I believed in! No one can stop his revelation of fate, Destiny once walked circles in the palm of his hand. My Death Married Adrenaline, only retaliation exists in perpetual motion against the debter's hands!

     Multiple delusions of greed inside infinite men stole the dreams of a thousand presumed tiny men, Their fates presumed lost and dead, The banks long after resurrected their dreams for their profit, Hiding the source tempest amidst ancient text and invisible digital feeds and claims if inadvertent deletion A toxic worm hole created by markets that appease the single syndrome of society, that is lust: Also known as greed...!

      Our heart is broken, Bleak region of the escaping dream, Fate beyond the North wind in Lucifer's hand found a way, Let us kneel and prey to the one who now sides himself with Christ, No longer able to stand behind the decrepit flag of humanity, Satan take my hand as we die by a sole made noose for a dream once broken to appease the unspoken destiny of a Protoman, Leader of The Radio Station.

In earnest anticipation of,
Juton

I prey on behalf of one who loves truth!

Behold the days of a poet infused with rage, On behalf of another human's dream! Find yourself on either side, Right is the choice between greed and compassion, in the long run!