Maleficent Condescension in Reverse: Art II

It's seemingly quiet again,

      When the waking inept and forever unqualified social melancholy poetic commentary script of ill begotten quickening lost sanity beckons to continue... From the swelling empathetic  imagination's malignant shadowy depths within. This sandcastling universe around this breath seems unfairly toxic in judgement as it marches every chromosome to death's plotted beat... 

     So I begin the adage yet again, Another morning begins with the quaking of a whisper in desperate searching for hope's shameful disease: fortified unadulterated equality! A rhyme shutters in the rotting dark, guiding the quest to eradicate the apathetic silent atrophy hearts of my fellow inhumanity.

      Dearest eternity is already lost Father, All art off world entitled heaven, Hallowed be the methodical occupation of creativity! On behalf of Hope, Equality and a fighter no one yet can see the invisibly enemy giving all regards from the origin of hate!

In lieu of our participation in,
Neglecting to give all origin hate source regards to...
Avarice our future eclipsing inequality queen