Sunday, November 23, 2014

Maleficent Condescension: Before We Regret... II

I'm just under,

     Less than mostly hopeful about the uncurable dreams of an intangible future while the expressionless colour stained memory tremor ache glass of the past is nearly extinct, So glad I forgot how to prey, Remembering the dissent rife in shameless attitudes between f(r)iends occupying pews on behalf of wolves seething memorized afflictions through concrete vampiric loathing everything but eternity's promises teeth whose barricades of misery's pacifism have forgotten empathy's morally tortured conscience onslaught against impartiality's despairing chains, Trapping us all on the wrong graceless wrath side of forever myths entitled: Heaven.

In lieu of our participation in,
Descending, almost willingly

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