Hive Mind: Labels & Wasted Clips I

Echo of violence,

     Stage set for the last remaining benign speck of blistering grace remotely shining off in the distant uncertain darkness! Realm of remedially echoing unnoticed shame in which we dishonourably hold our pride inhumanely high; live as an inconsiderate lot in a sandcastling world plot we're global theatrical profit empowering an early ending for our stage.

In lieu of our participation in,
Being more compassionate;
Than our fathers.