Hive Mind: Out of The Last Chance II

Swollen is the crown,

     Burdened by the singularity's prominent importance we've long post greed internal referendum of choosing karma's cold now inherent side, A weapon residing within the novels upon our escapism's screen crafting our hearts standing in unison under the communion of capitalist saints burning all future bridges for riches, Standing as one murdered sun; blind, We've broken all of hope's sutures for monetary stitches unburdening the carnage once white bandages holding mile long foundations of  yesterday's clean suicide break, We denied the noose around our doubting necks in lieu of fear for what comes next... For the gravity of our vanishing greed is but a closed ignorant eye dream unbanished tides of tomorrow's hope away! As we all desire another chance... To break.

In earnest anticipation of,
Taking another day to change...