Maleficent Condescension: Renouncing Halo's of Favouritism I

Cold renounced cosmos future,

    A strange algorithmic contagion dealt hand whose apathetic voice spoke life into the void... But forgot to pay an ounce of attention thereafter; As hangman cold noose hands throttles the hope from our unwilling to raise a single digit save the hate finger towards the skies known as heaven, In defiance of the illegitimate fate 99% of the world's been given, As if we've all been drafted into a methodical architect's scheme of reuniting the rich in the next life with their own greed, Suffering endless-spitefully in lieu of our master's next pacifist move.

In earnest anticipation of,
The day She answers.