Double Zero: Zero One IV

Mythical present day,

    Nothing approaches the intellectual rush to be treacherously achieved, Numb is the vagrant trapped in thoughtless cement unicorn struggling against our fringe distorted inhmanity's manipulated equality war, Which by the onslaught sight of the poor can never be won, They'll never be better than, Smarter than... Even the dust we're wrought in, Nearly out is the mythical souvenir of blasphemy: Nurtured hope once thrived against the mentally vagrant chorus of faith's natural orphaned forces, Dared eternally famous ghost christened to exist, A weaponized perception of rituals grinning back as souvenirs adorning pastors and nuns raping our futures without reprieve. 

In lieu of our participation in,
Watching... While Pra(e)ying,
As toxic quacks!