Hive Minded XXVII

Linear,

            Displacement of time’s nebula into realms of universal disorder where lying conduct bequeaths dereliction of moral no family loyal crest for guidance to duty gone natural gene spawning pool order rogue for the sake of Avarice’ trenched in our skin plague children who’re fallen but half atonement seeking angels doing not a single lift a finger motion to aid or abet the destruction of Earth, That’s inhumanity’s land of decay entitled ‘our only sandcastle lies in ruin.’

            Choreography of intertwining shadow held the stare of altruism’s sonnet bound the deep magic of a physics to elements creator who let  the algorithm of fate at the world’s end where the well of the last maiden dwells, thrive as they were manifest upon Sandcastle Earth, Lilith, Queen of Vampire sat upon the immortal throne of the undead legions woven by the siblings of Ungoliant the first Dracula Spider who served the dread lord of truth whose name is unmentionable after the laws of Cerberus, hound bred to seek out the master of there never was a land entitled hell, were passed by Raphael assistant dopplerganger of Michael the Fallen Archangel of Lies, this is the future and the past at the very beginning or so it would seem, of the forever fantasy.

            Treasure of the heart’s distinctive assignment to propose that the graph of luck about the mental epidermis is a contagion, spreading chance by indirect brush of a high five tap contact is more fathomable that a not so divine purpose that seems too often convened early due to the disembowelment of ‘God’s will’ upon us mortals, no… The algorithms of the deep magic of chance derived from fate by luck’s not so random destiny of elements and physics should be recognized as something more than an apathetic cause to whim a vocal one choir chord syllable towards, proposing as a jest that it mattered but only for the landscape of a moment… Whatever we are, nature or nurture, Created or Randomly Generated, we’re more than meets the eye, So transform your heart to the keen endeavours of hope, which are bound to empathy and them to ethics and awareness the social scape of equality.

In earnest anticipation of,