Maleficent Condescension: Fighting the Nameless I

Charred emotion,

      A kaleidoscope delusional calling from the phantom in the sky jittering out from the connections deep within our uncertain dye pacifist zealot grey cast bones as we all hallowed future of darkness watch heaven kiss the terminal ground hiding the karma mother's burden: Tired breath dead never for a aching memory swollen inept hatred stomach no region isolated starving children unable to repress the disable shame and unwillingness to standing amongst those who haste easily craft their fate...

In lieu of our participation in,
Nothing more than this...