Maleficent Condescension: Fateless Treasure I

Broken corpse,

      Cycle of saviour's libel conscience circulating contagion, Rarely now inspiring tears, Woes of the empathetic imagination collapsing inner sedated eye prejudice never renounced engine, Protruding misery by nature's seemingly devote curse, To remain devoid of purpose until...

       When?

In lieu of our participation in,
Divine Pacifist Intervention(s)