Prescribed pleasantries,
Karma Shepherd II
Final tab of the key upon chess board,Game of love set to match stick loss as the fire strike appeases the voice of violence,A heart's bomb!
Unrepairable virtue portal,Held ransom for a moment's profit,Timeline features a billion tons of atomic riddles sending us forth into an all ironic paradox where our life resides after the bomb... No time to raise a surrender flag of while cloth stained red by whips that we born mere seconds before... Our lives are defined by pure will to exist & greed's comfortable pause,Wherein we sit idle in apathy allowing lethargy to take hold of ourselves & thus all society. This is our socially accepted tolerance, a disregard of the heart mingled with desensitization of the will,No longer do we raise a fist to rape, murder or an amputee's forlorn gluttony of money caused explosion, we allow so much bad... Yet live no good! Chivalry of act is nearly dead,Yet moral thought process died long ago,To be a hero now is for profit... Like a corporate manifesto we exist to gain... Value in confidence.
The poetically infused prose of one who lives but to die.
Cause unknown...? Then you misunderstand the metaphor trading value for a true symbol!
Obtaining Dust
In earnest anticipation of,
VoT
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