Maleficent Condescension: Suffering Witness Below I

Ambient witches,

     Agents of denial assure you, Heavenly repetitive daily hell cast through looking phantom image mirror reflective copy hallelujah cat glass woven beyond earth's oceans of despair, Where clouds made of wings roam the skies, Flooding painfully abandoned not even at the end of all things spoken eulogy complex of a saviour whose purposefully forgotten; us, Memories sieging the host of sin over three benevolent hell spent days where upon the resurrection stone was laid, A wasted promise to vigilant return by a G-d who seems to've gone blind, No twisted luck of fate longer responsible as the  karma architect who brought us the invisible pacifists known as angels She created, Allowing the swollen plague glutton wings of a fallen dragon steal with pride our lives only to regenerate to live the same away...

      Why do we even witheringly uncharacteristic of self bent knee prey, As if the deluge symbol of our crying will change the defiled apocalypse we're destined to relive, This curse is no since Eden surprise, Yet we're frantic to be libel to the realization that we are the domestic earth problem, Having stolen any remnants of dignity with every hope of our linger greed's inhumanity!

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